Mmm, yes. Lick my ass and finger my twat. Oh, you are one nasty bimbo-slut! Such a good bimbo.”“Goody tushy bimbo,” she moaned between licks.Her... fingers slid down from my ass and found my trimmed bush. She stroked through the curls and brushed my pussy. I shuddered, a ripple of heat racing out of me. She stroked up and down my slit, parting my folds.And entered me.“That’s it,” I panted. “Finger my cunt. Pump them in and out as you devour my ass, you filthy slut.”“Mmm, yummy,” the slut moaned,. She did not release his fingers,though, but held on to them still, her thumb rubbing back and forth acrosshis knuckles. "They suit me, yes?" she asked of the boots, rocking a little to test theircomfort. "They do indeed, Madam," Steve replied. "And they excite you, yes?" Taken aback by the question, Steve said, "Madam?" She laughed aloud and let his hand fall, walked across the shop and thenback, the high heels only adding to her feline grace, her sensual elegance. Resting her hand on his. He was barefoot, wearing just a pair of boxers, and in his other hand was a leather belt that he was using to spank Janette's already reddened ass over and over again. Marcy involuntarily looked to his crotch, where she saw a sizeable bulge sticking out, betraying his arousal.Stifling a gasp, Marcy watched as her father spanked Janette over and over again with the belt. Each stroke of the belt caused Janette to squirm and yell, and Marcy couldn't figure out why Janette's yells seemed so muffled. We were definately making waves. You were fucking me under the surface and I fucking you back just as furiously. You didnt want to cum there, you had a different plan for me and my sacred fluids. So you hurried me up the ladder and you followed close behind, making sure noother boats were in sight. You sat me down in one of the seats and pulled the cooler in close next to us. My eyes beamed with excitment because I had peaked at the contents earlier.With the heat between us still raging from.
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