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It's cool." I say lamely and watch her intently as she swallows two whole. By the time she finishes having her fun, I'm sitting on the couch, zoning out. She hops onto the couch and makes a mewling noise, forcing me from my daydream. "I'm finished." She whispers in my ear and I jerk away slightly, sure I'm dreaming at this point. "You know, I watched you a bit in your sleep... You're quite active." She hints, revealing that she knows I have fantasies about her. "What are you talking about?" I play dumb. "Hehe, I really liked the part where you said my name with your hand in your pants." She drops the bomb. All veils are torn, nothing is hidden. Felicia knows I'm attracted to her. "I'm sorry! I can't help it! If you would like to leave, you can." I say and hang my head shamefully. I feel my pants being unzipped and open my eyes to see Felicia undoing them with her sharp teeth. My heart is in my knees and I turn to jelly. I close my eyes and pinch myself, expecting to wake up.. You'll get want you need. It will be that much sweeter when you wait for it.” “I'm not sure I can hold out much longer.” Bre responded. “You can, my dear.” Mitch repeated. “And you will.” Bre leaned her head back against the seat and sighed. Mitch was right, she could do this. She would do it. There was no way she would disappoint him. “Are you ready to begin again?” Mitch asked her. “I - I think so.” Bre replied. Mitch leaned over and she felt his hot breath on her neck. “Touch yourself again for me baby. This time, though, I want those beautiful green eyes on mine as you do.” Bre watched as he leaned back in his seat and angled his body so he could see her face. Her eyes met his as her hands found their way back under the blanket. She slid two fingers back into her soaked pussy. Her instinct was to close her eyes, but she managed to keep them open and focused on Mitch. “How many fingers do you have inside of your right now?” Mitch asked. “Two,” Bre replied. “Add another one,” Mitch.
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That was close.I recover the book, now stained and sticky from the cum from my exposed cock. This shouldn't have happened. I feel pissed. really pissed. my new (and costly) book is attached to my cock by a thread of white cum. Someone's gotta pay.In my anger, I throw caution to the winds and reach out inside the blanket. I get what I wanted, and a second later I'm slapping my girlfriend's cheeks red. she looks better that way, her eyes red and puffy from crying, her cheeks red and puffy from slapping and her lips, well those cock sucking lips are always that way. as my hands increasingly become wet from the tears, I grab a handful of her long hair and push her down on my cock, her cheeks expanding as it disappears down her gullet. she resumes what she'd been doing before mother dear barged in. I cover her with the comic and check if the myriad articles spread over the bed to hide her prostrate form are in their proper places. as she sucks me, I gently stroke her soft head, feeling.

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