<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">He one what he wanted and took it. This side of Marcus was turning Scara into a heaping mess of a woman. He was finally inside her, moving his cock in and out of her pussy, droplets running down his length as he made love to her.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080"><span style="font-size: 15px">Her lips were becoming sore but Scara didn't care, all she cared about was the hands pulling at her hair and the other gripping her ass. Scara's breasts and penis rubbed against Marcus' chest and abs as he moved in and out of her, Scara's own hands gripping his hair tightly. "Harder, please. I want you to break this table with your strength!" Scara moaned into his lips.</span></span></span>