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“I need you to finish licking my pussy” she said “you're really rather good at that”I stood staring a little longer then stuttered“B-but Victoria you've only just had sex with your husband”“Yes I noticed that David” she replied sarcastically “but now I need you to lick my pussy, so please do get on with it, I don't want a stain on the leather”Kneeling at the foot of the chair I could see the come beginning to dribble from between her legs, she wanted me to lick this up, her husband's semen!“Come along David, it won't hurt you, I'll be surprised if you don't actually like it”Slowly I leaned forward and deftly kissed those puffy lips, the smell of sex and semen in my nostrils. I felt Victoria's hands on my head pulling me closer and at the same time down towards her butt.“That's it” she encouraged “start at the bottom and work your way up, make sure you don't miss any, I can already feel it on my ass”I forced out my tongue and tasted the salty fluid, a little bitter at first but with. .. you know it turns me on as well... you know I'd love it" she finally admitted, as your cock teased her nipple, and finally your hand landed on her pussy.I couldn't believe my ears. And I couldn't believe my eyes!!! The two of you were really talking about me!!! I was overwhelmed by the unexpected situation, too excited to leave, too incredulous to do anything. I was mesmerized. And didn't move. Except for my cock, that was throbbing in my pants, hard as a rock.You turned towards the door, and probably noticed it was a bit more open than how you left it. I froze and held my breath. You smiled, and beckoned me in, with a wave of your hand.Did you really see me?You repeated the gesture. Yes. You knew I was there.So I opened the door, making no sound, and stepped in, holding my breath, my heart pounding fast.I was in.Without loosing eye contact with me, you told her: "Mmmm, now imagine he would enter this room"She moaned, as your cock got back in her mouth."Would you let.
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She moved her hand and placed it on his leg and squeezed. He smiled at her. She smiled at him. They devoured each other with their eyes. ‘I can’t believe I’m here,’ she said. ‘Hmmm I know, he replied as he reached out and pulled her towards him. ‘It’s going to be good, honey’. He kissed her softly and ran his tongue tip across her sensuous lips. She wanted him right there in the car, but made herself wait. Just a little longer, she thought. A deep aching centred in her pussy. They drove through heavy traffic, the like of which Brooke had never seen. As they pulled into the driveway, Brooke heard a dog bark. ‘Is that Max?’ she asked. ‘Yep,’ Steve replied getting out of the car. ‘He wants to go for a walk to the park, but he’ll have to wait now.’ Brooke patted Max on the head and said, ‘Hello, boy, I’ve heard a lot about you.’ They went inside. Hmm, she thought, quite nice. He showed her to her room: his room. ‘I hope you changed the sheets, Steve,’ she said, jokingly. ‘Of course, my.

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