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Mabel pulled herself back, her face red with excitement. In here, she murmured, dragging George to the side of the kitchen area. He moved into the small location, let Mabel click closed the door behind them and stared at her in the dimness. George saw her panties slide down and when the thick development of pubic hair became visible, he ripped his trousers open and dragged out his inflamed penis. Mabel's glance veered 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 damp, pinkish tissue was revealed. Wet, screwin' cunt, George muttered, taking a shaky action more detailed to the lady. Don't 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 trousers slip down then her fingers were clutching his buttocks and pulling his body closer to her, into her with starving strength. He gripped the shaft of his penis, guided the jerking head into the wet mass of sexual tissue. The walls of her vulva grasped the sides of his dick, sucked it up and into her body. Urgh, Mabel, George groaned, you hot, starving pussy! She pushed her mouth on his, sucked and bit at his lips as she felt the tough shaft permeating her. Long, difficult dick, she slavered. You're filling me all of me; you're fucking inside my tummy! She jerked herself down, and the stiff dick 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, deeper and much deeper, feeling the vaginal walls undulating versus his throbbing shaft. Oooh, you sweet fuck, he mumbled, shivering with excitement, you're suckin' the strength outa me! Keep fuckin', she stated, her voice ragged. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to increase the feeling and the movement of her thigh muscles tightened the grip of her vulva. Oooh, that! George panted, feeling the damp grip of the strong but soft walls of his cock. Keep holding my dick like that! He lurched himself up, his dick making damp, sensual noises as it thrust through the soaking tissue; then he dragged the shaft down, felt Mabel's body quivering against his as the thrills pulsated through her flesh. Oh, Georgie-- do not stop! Mabel panted out the words breathlessly and squirmed her buttocks on the edge of the shelf as she sucked at his cock with her pulsating pussy. George might feel the head of his cock expanding and contracting and fiery slivers of juice started to spasm inside his organ. Mabel, he gasped, I'm gon na-- gon na blow-blow! His voice rose and his in-and-out motions became crazy. Georgie-Georgieeeeh! Mabel tried to suppress the screech that rose in her throat as his inflamed organ jammed versus the tip of her stiffening clitoris. She twitched herself urgently, working the hard clitoral idea on the swelling, throbbing shaft.
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Adventures 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 hips and feeling her vulva quiver with a spontaneous reaction. Urgh, Mabel-- Mabellll! George's voice increased high as burning spurts of juice squirted from the lips of his dick, splashing against the soggy tissue at the top of Mabel's vulva, heating her, delighting her and making her flesh shiver until she raised her feet off the floor, wedged herself on the edge of the rack 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 charming big dick, oooh, Georgie-- you drive me fuckin' wild! Soft screwin' pussy, he mumbled, feeling the last dregs of juice drip from completion of his dick. Your cunt was just constructed 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 hesitated, then buried her face on his shoulder so that her words were smothered, an' now, will you suck me, Georgie? She opened her thighs excitedly, then reached down and stretched the lips of her pussy wide open. The pink, tensed head of her clitoris slid out and George took a deep breath, bent his head and opened his mouth. Like that! Mabel breathed as his lips encircled her clitoral tip. Draw it into your mouth-- tickle it with your tongue-- bite it, Georgie! He grasped the squirming muscle with his teeth, pulled it away from its warm, damp slot. Mabel made low overjoyed 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 once again. Bubbling groans put from Mabel's lips and she rocked herself, gradually and sensuously, as George licked, sucked and bit with thrilling sexual commitment. I'm gon na come again! The words spurted from Mabel's lips; a violent shiver shattered through her body and she almost jerked her clitoris from the grip of George's teeth. Now! she gasped, straining herself back, increasing the tension as George's teeth plucked her clitoris. Now, now, NOW! Her voice rose to a squeal, then useless 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 hugely versus his lips then a shiver diminished his spinal column as the pantry-door opened and an ice-cold voice stated; 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 pantry entrance, face white, eyes glittering. Did I disrupt you-- or had you complete? she asked in a coldly ironical tone. Her eyes flicked 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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