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Her kisses concentrating on my ears and neck with its high-speed link to my pussy. My knees started to tremble as I still leaned against the hallway wall. I managed to gasp out one word, “Cumming!” With each spasm of my orgasm, I growled out, “Aaah…aaah…aaah!” and each time my hips lurched forward, forcing my clit onto the palm of the hand whose fingers continued pumping into my hole. My legs almost folded under me.Natalie continued to plant kisses wherever she could until I came down from orbit and then led me by the hand to her bedroom. She took off my coat, tried to undo the buttons on my blouse but gave up with a “fuck it!” and tore it from my back. She had similar issues with my bra strap before tearing that off me and then went the whole way and tore off my knickers, such was her desperation. I stood naked as she pulled off her own clothes to stand naked before me.She pushed me back onto the bed. She threw a leg over my head and lowered her dripping hairy cunt onto my mouth as. "Shhhh, oh ummm hi honey what is it you asked?" Did i hear a another person in the background , Im hoping not, Mary would never cheat on me she loves me. I though to myself. "I asked if you needed anything from the store?" I said. "Umm, no honey I.. oh my god ... I.. I.. I don't need anything." she said "Are you okay? I asked her. "Uh I.. I'm fine see you when you get home honey." She said then hung up. 10 minutes later I drove into our driveway and.
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