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Vanna works that sweet ass. She grips Mick's thick shaft so fucking tight her pussy doesn't want to let go, and she rolls her hips slow before picking up speed. The bed creaks under them. She leans forward and plants her palms flat on his chest, nails digging into skin. Every downward thrust forces a wet smack from where their bodies collide, her lips stretched obscenely around him, sucking him back in each time she rises again. Mick's fingers bruise her thighs, urging her harder, deeper. Sweat beads on her spine and slides lower, following the curve of her back while she rides like nothing else matters. The air is thick, sharp with sex and breath and skin on skin.