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  • The dog came over and nudged her legs apart, easing forward, licking her still leaking pussy. “Oh… my… god… does his tongue feel good! He's gonna make me cum again… soon.” Sure enough, he did. She said, "Oh fuck, that was good." I remembered how he had mounted her, while sitting on the arm of the couch, and suggested that if she did it would spread her wider for lesbian him. She jumped up, sat on the couch arm, leaning back, and he went right for it… bringing her Moms and Teens off again in no time. He then reared up and bingo… he was in her again. “John, I can't believe he fucked me 8 times already… and is this horny again… but he-he, I'm not complaining.” She didn't need to be told what to do. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and met his strokes, giving as hard as she was getting, saying, "Come on, boy, give me that knot again. Make me your bitch." And he did. With his knot completely engorged, he couldn't move in and out, but continued to hunch her… and she him. She was freaking out, fucking him hard, suspended on his body, not even touching the couch arm now. They both came hard… but she never slowed down. Isabelle gulped. Bang the Drum Savannah began to get nervous. “Goddess, your sister's a slut, Charisma.” “Look, Manu, there’s no easy way to break this to you, and you probably may suspect this already. “Avril, get me a Laphroaig and a Bolivar.” She bridled and went bright red. They did as I told them and left me in peace, something I was grateful for, but every time they would come upstairs, they'd stop at the bedroom doorway and I could feel their eyes on the closet door. They just watched him struggle, each with a small smile across her face. lips became slack and wet as her tongue lolled around Moms and Teens in her mouth, the froth grew thicker and thicker, lesbian horrid wet gurgles He was going to do it.