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Her wet cunt was another story however. Her coach lifted her, cradling her into his arms and I stood to meet him. Xhamster Poppy stood next to the bed, crossing her arms and legs to shield her body. His eyes were glued on Poppy, who was better than when I had dreamed her up. I took my fingers that had rubbed her clit and put them to her lips. I lifted her off of me and sat her on her knees at my feet. A few slaps on her cheeks brought her tea green eyes fluttering back to life and she threw her head back in a low groan. Poppy was incredible, but not just in ballet. Poppy stood next to the bed, crossing her arms and legs to shield her body. I stuck around after the stage had been cleared to talk with news casters, benefactors, and VIP guests who had attended. Upon opening it Poppy was there. She looked like a doll, perfect, miniaturized and fragile. Upon opening it Poppy was there. She let him and I slowly watched as every little bruise and impurity was covered by her skin-tight outfit. She was slowly pulling her straps back up her shoulders and scooting away from the bed. Stunning dancers flitted across the stage, many were skilled beyond compare, others destined to teach in a gym studio on weekends. Eyes tightly shut, mouth parted, and a vice like grip on my cock as I squeezed into the tightest snatch of my life.