The couch was a battlefield, a place where the scent of sweat and lust mingled in the air. My South African girl, her petite frame a stark contrast to the sprawling furniture, was on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, ready for the taking. Her skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, and her pussy was already wet and ready. She looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and mischief.
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