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Having tickled her tonsils, Big Carl pulled out of her mouth, smearing the spittle from his hard tool over her cheeks.
Chloe breathed in fits and starts, her heart racing, her head still in a state of disorientation.
Brief respite, she was rotated like a lazy Susan on a restaurant table to face Charlie.
His cock was out in a flash. Half the size of Carl's in all dimensions, it was able to fit snugly in the warm mouth.
"Suck me, bitch," he commanded.
