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‘There you go.’ He said. ‘Now lets get you undressed.’ He hooked his fingers behind her pants and pulled them of her hips. He lifted her torso...and wriggled her flabby arms out of the jacket. She was still wearing her Lycra leotard. Teasingly slowly he moved his hand over the shiny fabric, feeling every ridge of her ribcage, feeling her flat but soft belly. There was no reason to hurry, she would be out for hours, yet there would also be no need to endlessly stall. He supported her sleepy. I drank all I could, but of course, I couldn't get it all.It was impossible, but what wasn't was my ability to make her scream. As I got his seed in my mouth again, I felt the need to make him feel good again. After two minutes, I just cheated myself, so to speak, and let my tongue onto her clit."Oh, fuck yes, you hot cunt," she moaned, scrubbing my head.Then, I felt the mighty force as an orgasm coming directly from the source from one second to the next. She blasted her juice like a fire. More

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