#356951 - He bit her nipple through the fabric and she moaned softly. His lessons were like a memorised script with no alterations, one that he repeated seven times a day. She was slender, that much was apparent and whenever she danced around in his day dreams she was clad in pink lace lingerie that showed off her flat stomach and long legs the colour of caramel.
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