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Okay, it's not the Captain and his fantastic peanut-buttery goodness (although fuck i love it), it's TR... chatting this morning and reliving the fucking he gave me a few weeks ago left me desperate, wet, and in need of a good pounding. I wanted to be bent over something, like the kitchen table on which he so expertly drilled me. The counter was right in front of me... jeans and knickers quickly pulled down to feel my throbbing cunt begging for attention, and over I went to administer a solo recreation. Always solo, never enough, but it's all I can do. I want my holes licked, stuffed, used... fuck I was so horny when I made this. Now for a bowl of the Captain, although watching my thighs jiggle I should really give him up; if only I wasn't such a sucker for guilty pleasure.
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fannyhill:
What Captain Crunch Does to Me
