I slide my panties down my legs. Step out of them. Hand them to him. He tucks them into my mouth. I can taste myself on them. I bend over the counter. He slams into me from behind. Rams me. Reams me. I purr. I moan. I gasp. I grunt. I squeal. The panties do their job. They muffle my sounds. They keep me quieter. They’re needed. He’s so good. I get so loud. Without them our neighbors have been complaining.
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