Jessyka Swan

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She was as pure, innocent and naive as she was beautiful, standing there, in the dim morning light, her mind still filled with the scattered shards of her arousing dream from last night. Her smooth, young pussy hungry for a touch and she did not deny the urge, caressing, stroking, teasing herself into a satisfying climax.

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