The look of total ecstasy on her face was wonderful.Eight months earlier:My canoe glided slowly over the calm water of the Banana River. A little over... two miles to the east, the shoreline of Kennedy Space Center was still invisible in the pre-dawn darkness. While I couldn’t see them, I was sure the security troops at KSC knew exactly where I was.This area had been declared a manatee sanctuary and wildlife refuge decades before. Anyone caught there in a motorized craft would quickly find. Soon, she began to concentrate on the panties and finally on the area over the crotch. Gwen was almost certain she didn't want Ann's hand down there. It was one thing to kiss and hug, but this was something else. Still, she felt powerless under the hand's magic touch.A gentle pressure on the area above her clit forced out an unexpected moan. The unstoppable hand next moved up to the waistband and then slipped inside.When the fingertips slid into her pubic hairs, Gwen shuddered. Moments later,. Pressing his dick to her sopping pussy, he pushed in with one swift thrust, making her arch beneath him in eager ecstacy. Pumping hard, he enjoyed the sensation of her thrashing beneath him, the frantic movements that signified her intense desire for sexual release… and the deprivation of it. Slamming into her body, he could feel her pussy convulsing around him in ready need, clamping down every time he thrust inwards. Enjoying the feel of her velvet walls, he started to take his time with it,. No one else would be able to interfere now. The black woman turned, and seemed like she was about to protest, and Blossom knew it was better to act quickly. She was already fully prepared. Inside Blossoms purse, there was a button, and a heavy, hard container of liquid. She had kept the mechanism primed for firing at an instant's notice, and that instant had come. From a hard-to-notice nozzle at the lower corner of the pink purse a powerful spray of pinkish gel erupted in a furious,.
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