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Waking up hungover and wrecked, the only thing that cuts through the fog is Jeffrey Lloyd already pulling back the sheets and wrapping his mouth around your cock, sucking you hard before you’ve fully registered what’s happening. He strokes you slick and then flips you over, pressing your face into the pillow while he lines up and pushes inside your tight ass in one slow, deliberate thrust. His hips find a punishing rhythm almost immediately — deep, forceful strokes that pin you to the mattress and replace every trace of the headache with raw, building pressure. He grips the back of your neck and keeps fucking until your knuckles whiten on the sheets and the only thing left in your head is the next thrust.
