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Passion HolidayThen, when it's our turn, you can stay here." Michael looked hopefully at his wife. "Well?" She shrugged. "I guess so…" she mumbled. "I mean, I guess that would be a good way of handling it, No, no I don't mind at all." Michael and Eileen climbed off the mattress and walked into the bathroom. The light was off, and shadows covered the back part of the room. Eileen proceeded him into the room, then turned, and, moaning softly, opened her arms and beckoned Michael to come closer. He did, pressing his body against her softness. They kissed passionately, exploring each other's secrets with impatient tongues and fingers. Michael grinded his cock between her thighs, and ran his hands up and down her back, squeezing the cheeks of her ass with trembling fingers. "Oh, Christ," he moaned,.pressing his cheek against his face. Eileen licked his ear and neck with her tongue, her hips grinding hard against his erection. "I've waited years for this. Years. All this time I've wanted you, wanted you so badly -" "Ssshhh," Eileen whispered softly ...» |
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