Arman lifted Sana effortlessly and sat her on the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. His cum was still leaking from her freshly fucked pussy, dripping onto the marble surface. He stared at her with dark, hungry eyes, then dropped to his knees between her thighs.
Sana looked down at him, breathing heavily, her breasts heaving under the bunched-up shirt.
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