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The no tell motel wifeCynthia was somewhat surprised by his eagerness, having been intimate only with Robert, and that was a lackluster relationship. Alan was a different breed of man altogether, and that realization made her pussy get hot and wet. She got even hornier when he slid his hands under her shirt to fondle her naked back. "Do you want me to fuck you?" the man snarled lustfully. "Tell me, baby. Tell me you want my cock up your cunt." "Yes!" she moaned breathlessly. "Oh, please, Alan! Do it to me!" His fingers all but ripped the buttons loose on her shirt, making her almost drunk with rising passion. When he started pinching her nipples, she quivered anxiously. "Do it to you?" he scoffed, chuckling. "If you want me to fuck you, honey, you gotta say what you want." "I can't," she groaned. "Oh, God, Alan! That feels sooo good!" He mauled her pert tits, rolling them under his strong hands. She was getting hotter by the second, just from his bold caresses. "I'm waiting, baby," the man said. "Ask me for my prick." "Oh, Alan," she moaned. "Please don't be that way ...» |
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