He looked at my pussy as if I was an experiment, testing how much I could take. “If I did lick it, I’d lick right underneath your clit right befor...e I sucked it. Then, I’d gently finger fuck you as your clit swelled between my lips. That is IF I licked it,” he said. “Oh Steven, please don’t talk like that. I can’t take it!” I pleaded. He pulled down his pants and stroked his cock, still looking at my dripping cunt. He placed his finger on my clit. “I’d lick it right there,” he said stroking. She loved to grab my hair and shove my face into her hungry pussy.This was something that drove her crazy, and me as well. Wendy was responding to the scene also by ripping her husband’s pants off and sucking his cock clean of Karens juices.When I finished my lustful session with Karen’s soaking wet pussy, Wendy stood up and took me by the hand," Time for me to show you the house," she said. Indeed, she did . . . when we returned to the living room some time later, Frank and Karen were totally. I could literally feel my eyes rolling in my head as he pressed home and held it there, allowing me to savour his length, his girth. After a moment he withdrew slowly, teasing out a new sensation with every millimetre. Once again, the deep and swift plunge followed by the slow recoil, plunge and recoil, plunge and recoil.Suddenly he was at full speed, his skin producing a slapping noise as it impacted on mine. His grunts were audible above my gasps and still I could not force open my eyes.. It was at this point, I think, where I lost hope I could ever put that encounter behind me.---For the next couple of weeks, I tried to avoid being around Dan, which meant staying away from Jenny’s house. Two or three times when we were making plans to get together she invited me over, but each time I managed to come up with an alternative.Finally, after about two weeks, I decided that further stalling might raise suspicions, so I agreed to come over one night. I was dreading a meeting with Dan,.
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