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Daryl pounds into her in an agonizing pace. Carol is bend over a dusty table. The room is dirty, no way to lay down here.

Daryl loves the way, her tight channel embraces his dick.

Loves the way she clenches around him.

Loves everything about her.

But he wishes, he could take his time with her.

Could treat her like she deserves it.

Could worship her body.

Could kiss every inch of her smooth skin.

Could make love to her the hole night through.

On a four poster bed with lots of cushions and thick blankets.

With candles and flowers and champagne.

All the romantic crap.