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Samanta Strong knew exactly what she was doing. She laid back, legs open, and I went down on her—tongue working that sweet wet pussy like I was starving. She moaned, hips grinding against my face. When she'd had enough teasing, she pushed me back, slid down, and sucked my cock like a champ until it was rock hard and throbbing. I flipped her, drove straight into that tight heat, and didn’t hold back. Every thrust had her clenching around me. But she wanted more. I pulled out, spun her around, and took her from behind—hard, fast, deep. She arched, pushing back into every stroke like she couldn’t get enough. When I got close, I yanked out, and she turned fast, mouth open, catching the thick load that shot across her face in heavy ropes. She licked her lips, cocky grin and all.