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Phoebe squeezed his shoulder.
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Monica leaned over and lengthen next to the back of his chest, “Well, you were almost for me, Joey.”
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Rachel closed her eye, and begin to the cloth from the lips from the underweag.
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“Oh hell, yeah.”
Rachel’s thighs crossed into the couch. His hand rolled up and down her knees to himself, leaning back into her nowipare.
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“Can you keep knowing we lit up,” Cassie let back into her waist as she stood up. “And look… you can want… ‘Ross.”
Ross spoke. Her breathing rooming away from the sensations to the both of her legs hooked against her ass.
“Just just done your none,” Monica smiled, sounding him into the brink, Chandler interrupted her.
“You really just knew you were so good and gone.”
She pulled it watching Monica as he pulled her eppracing black dark cock.
“You were wrong?”
He spread her head around him, dark staring and broke their paused peaceful that he filled leav-right, and let out a smile, sweating as she stared at her.
“Think about stroke.”
After like his cock.
Ross continued to hear it slowly pressed her head into the cup.
“Just… do you want me to do it.”
Rachel nodded, “So you want to do it.”
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Chandler groaned like a smile. “Look at that,” Ross said heiving his genitals, and rubbed back onto his inner thighs.
“Yeah, come on, Cassie. Fuck me, Rach.”
She felt his lingering coating a hopping with the twisted her balls, slick her teeth panting, she looked over at her exotimately, but neither of them thought being pressure.
“So, you want me to do what?”
Phoebe began pulling, her hand slowly purred. She grabbed her clit, his dick clamped around her tantal sensation to her check.
“Well a breast, come down.”
They opened her head against him. “Oh sorry, I sat on, Joshua?”
“Uwh, mmm… so…” She pulled off the bed.
- Epoch: 22.99
- Loss: 1.0043
- RNN Size: 300
- Dropout: 0.4
- Layers: 3
- Temperature: 1.0
- Words: ~1350
- Sentences: ~164
- Gunning-Fog Index: 5.4260162601626
- Flesch-Kincaid Index: 3.3799214092141
- Flesch: 85.491817073171
The Gunning-Fog and Flesch-Kincaid indicies attempt to measure the number of years of education a reader would have to complete in order to be able to understand the content (The displayed value is roughly equivalent to US grade level, spanning into collegiate levels). Flesch is a 0 to 100 scale where 100 is the most "readable."