#146438 - She was moaning at the top of her voice now, each thrust harder and louder than the last, each thrust sending seismic waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She stood in the corridor, looking around at the piano, the huge TV, and the king size bed that Jake had slept in last night. He knew she was promised to someone else, but Johnson was just a slave to its whims.
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