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Mabel pulled herself back, her face red with enjoyment. In here, she murmured, dragging George to the side of the cooking area. We can go to it in the kitchen. She unlocked to the small storage room. Nobody however me ever enters here. He moved into the small place, let Mabel click closed the door behind them and stared at her in the dimness. She raised her skirt at the front, then clawed at her crotch with immediate fingers. George watched her panties move down and when the thick development of pubic hair became visible, he ripped his trousers open and dragged out his swollen penis. Mabel's look drifted down onto the still thickening shaft, then she jammed her butts on a low rack so that she was in a half-squatting position. Her thighs spread open and the wet, pinkish tissue was exposed. Wet, screwin' cunt, George muttered, taking a unstable action closer to the woman. Do not talk-- simply fuck! Mabel slid her fingers down, pried open the lips of her vulva. George moved between the open thighs, feeling Mabel's hands on his belt, loosening it, letting his pants slip down then her fingers were clutching his buttocks and pulling his body closer to her, into her with hungry strength. He grasped the shaft of his penis, guided the jerking head into the wet mass of sexual tissue. The walls of her vulva gripped the sides of his cock, sucked it up and into her body. Urgh, Mabel, George groaned, you hot, hungry pussy! She pressed her mouth on his, sucked and bit at his lips as she felt the difficult shaft permeating her. Long, hard cock, she slavered. You're filling me all of me; you're fucking inside my stomach! She jerked herself down, and the stiff cock pressed up more deeply. Like that, she groaned, writhing herself. Fuck me like that!

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George's knees trembled when he bent them to let his organ slide down, then he drove inside again, much deeper and much deeper, feeling the vaginal walls undulating against his throbbing shaft. Oooh, you sweet fuck, he mumbled, shivering with enjoyment, you're suckin' the strength outa me! Keep fuckin', she stated, her voice ragged. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to heighten the experience and the motion of her thigh muscles tightened up the grip of her vulva. Oooh, that! George panted, feeling the damp grip of the soft but strong walls of his dick. Keep holding my cock like that! He stumbled himself up, his dick making wet, sensual noises as it thrust through the soaking tissue; then he dragged the shaft down, felt Mabel's body quivering versus his as the thrills pulsated through her flesh. Oh, Georgie-- do not stop! Mabel panted out the words breathlessly and squirmed her butts on the edge of the rack as she drew at his cock with her pulsating pussy. George might feel the head of his cock contracting and broadening and fiery slivers of juice began to spasm inside his organ. Mabel, he gasped, I'm gon na-- gon na blow-blow! His voice rose and his in-and-out movements ended up being frenzied. Georgie-Georgieeeeh! Mabel tried to stifle the squeal that increased in her throat as his inflamed organ jammed against the tip of her stiffening clitoris. She twitched herself urgently, working the difficult clitoral pointer on the swelling, pulsating shaft.

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Thrills flickered through her vaginal walls then cascaded through all parts of her sexual flesh. I'm coming! she gasped, then her teeth bit onto George's lower lip as she orgasmed, jerking her pelvis and feeling her vulva quiver with a spontaneous reaction. Urgh, Mabel-- Mabellll! George's voice increased high as burning spurts of juice sprayed from the lips of his dick, splattering against the soggy tissue at the top of Mabel's vulva, heating her, thrilling her and making her flesh shiver till she raised her feet off the floor, wedged herself on the edge of the shelf and covered her legs around George with her heels jammed into his butts, pulling him even deeper inside her sexual cavern. At last, her mouth moved away from George's, her teeth relinquished their grip on his lip and she panted, You lovely huge dick, oooh, Georgie-- you drive me fuckin' wild! Soft screwin' pussy, he mumbled, feeling the last dregs of juice drip from completion of his cock. Your cunt was just developed for fuckin'! She provided a breathless laugh, raided him, feeling his softening shaft sliding out of her. I came, Georgie, she whispered. You always make me come-- an'-- she thought twice, then buried her face on his shoulder so that her words were muffled, an' now, will you draw me, Georgie? Starving pussy, he murmured, constantly prepared for more! He complied with, letting his body drop down till his face was level with her stomach. She opened her thighs eagerly, then reached down and stretched the lips of her pussy wide open. The pink, tensed head of her clitoris moved out and George took a deep breath, bent his head and opened his mouth. Like that! Mabel breathed as his lips encircled her clitoral pointer. Draw it into your mouth-- tickle it with your tongue-- bite it, Georgie! He grasped the squirming muscle with his teeth, pulled it far from its warm, damp slot. Mabel made low ecstatic sounds and braided her fingers in the hair on George's bent head. Stick your tongue up my pussy, she begged in a whisper. He drove his tongue into her, tasting the saltiness of the mix of his and her come-juice, then sucked at her clitoris again. Bubbling groans poured from Mabel's lips and she rocked herself, slowly and sensuously, as George licked, sucked and bit with thrilling sexual devotion. I'm gon na return! The words spurted from Mabel's lips; a violent shiver shattered through her body and she practically jerked her clitoris from the grip of George's teeth. Now! she gasped, straining herself back, increasing the stress as George's teeth pulled at her clitoris. Now, now, NOW! Her voice rose to a squeal, then meaningless babbles of sound ran from her lips in a gush as she orgasmed with crazy strength. George launched the grip of his teeth, felt the head of the clitoris throbbing wildly against his lips then a shiver ran down his spine as the pantry-door opened and an ice-cold voice said; So this is where you are! Still grovelling on the floor, George twisted his head and stared at Mildred Wynton. She was standing in the kitchen doorway, face white, eyes glittering. Did I interrupt you-- or had you complete? she asked in a coldly sarcastic tone. Her eyes snapped down to George, concentrated on his limp penis-- then she glanced at Mabel, initially at her face then at her curled-open, soaking vulva.

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