I can hear his lusting grunts as I near the door. My eye to the keyhole, she is center stage, kneeling in the sheets. His fat hands grasp her hips, squeezing with each thrust. His groans become vulgarities. She grips the cloth and her head turns to face me with a look of boredom. He is pounding hard, voice rising. He'll cum soon, his rapidity some consolation. With a squeal he is
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