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His thumb brushed over the hardened nipple protruding out from the tip of her breast. She moaned softly. Christina knew she should protest, but she didn't. Her husband was sleeping in the next room and could walk in at any moment, but she didn't care anymore. Michael was fulfilling every fantasy she'd had in the last few years. She was begging with her eyes for him to take her. Using both hands, Michael slowly pulled the nightgown up her body. She willingly raised her arms over her head and let him remove it. Lightning flashed through the window exposing her naked body to his gaze. He stared into her eyes and gently pushed a hand between her trembling thighs. His fingers indian slid across the moist silkiness of her panties. An audible gasp escaped her throat. She knew she should tell him to stop, but her eyes begged him to continue. She purposely spread her thighs a bit to indicate he was welcome to proceed. Michael hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties, and she lifted her hips to aid in the removal of her soaking wet panties. He slid his index finger into her saturated hole unfolding her exposed labia. She voluntarily spread her thighs wider and tilted her hips forward to encourage him. He pushed a second finger inside her. Her mind was unable to form complete thoughts. She was only aware of the rhythm of his two fingers stroking her, filling her, plunging into the depths of her longing. The other hand squeezed the soft tissue of her breast and tortured her hot nipple. His thumb found the tiny knob at the top of her opening. This pair was a bubbly shade of pink and decorated with little hearts. I hadn’t yet seen this one. When she gurgled her pleasure I put a lip lock on the inside of her thigh and began to suck a bruise. “Yes,” he guessed. Get in the fucking car, you worthless Bitch. ‘What the fuck are you on about!’ Though I would have loved to obey all her wishes, the pressure inside my balls was reaching breach level. Then they darted back up to stare down the road. Her: I can feel you cumming and I can’t stop my orgasm. "You bet I would!" He sounded upset– no, hurt– that she had opened her eyes. Her pair of jeans and the black sweater was nothing special, but they were tight enough to remind Ronja of her curves. indian Linda was on her side so I moved round so I could eat out her pussy, including my juices so now we were in a daisy chain. "Don't stop.... It took Janet about ten seconds to appear in the bathroom doorway. Excuse…ummmm Mister Juan?” She squeezed the muscles of her vagina tightly around Warrick’s cock and begged, “Take me, Daddy.” Maybe it was because the initial thrill of it all was gone. It stayed with me after we left Dr. Wilson's office and returned home. He pinched both my nipples hard. She turned to Haley to make out all the while still slowly stroking my cock. “Fuck her hard, slave. “Ooohhh..” I moaned in disappointment as I felt her hand leave my throbbing cock and slip out of my jeans. I am not leaving here. My tongue darted around her nipple. It reads: I wasted no time, I pushed her onto her back, got between her legs and slid my rock hard cock into her sloppy wet pussy. She raised up enough her chin rested on the edge of the mattress, smiling from ear to ear, “AC DC, a bi-group?” Both began to snuffle quietly as they were overcome with the humor of the situation. Huh, Justina said, her fading voice almost laughing, that… explains…. I'd have never expected that from a Hollywood type.