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The wayward wifesAnd she'd been convinced that she wasn't turned on! Jesus, Jesus! Carefully, afraid to break the spell, he insinuated his finger inside the tight elastic leg band of her panties now, drawing the material back over the deliciously wet juicy lips of her cunt, with his forefinger and then stroking the moist furrow with his middle finger, teasing upward along the soft hair-lined slit to explore the entire lubricated expanse. She was hot, all right, damned hot! He wormed his middle finger, just the tip, into her vagina and with a soft moan she squirmed her firm young buttocks down against the pillow pleasurably. He took the finger out then and found the erect knob of her clitoris; it seemed to vibrate with delirious passion against his digit and he tickled it with his fingernail, rubbing it back and forth, back and forth. She made a pleased, relaxed sound, wiggling her sensuous buttocks, her cunt seeming to open and close like the mouth of a fish in anticipation as he slowly played with her open clitoris. Renault, you lecherous bastard, you really know how to invite the right women to these parties of yours! Val thought ...» |
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