With his hands wrapped around her throat and his cock slamming past her uvula, Ashleigh could barely think. The blood to her brain and the oxygen to her lungs had slowed. She wasn’t sure if she’d pass out from the cock or his grip first.
“I wonder what his name is? This is the best fuck I’ve had in ages! If I don’t pass out, maybe I can get his number,” she thought, struggling to keep conscious.
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