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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. He slid into the small place, let Mabel click closed the door behind them and stared at her in the dimness. George saw her panties move down and when the thick development of pubic hair became visible, he ripped his trousers open and dragged out his inflamed penis. Mabel's look drifted down onto the still thickening shaft, then she jammed her butts on a low rack so that she remained in a half-squatting position. Her thighs spread out open and the wet, pinkish tissue was exposed. Wet, screwin' cunt, George muttered, taking a unstable step better to the lady. Do not talk-- just 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, unfastening it, letting his pants slip down then her fingers were clutching his butts and pulling his body closer to her, into her with starving strength. He grasped the shaft of his penis, steered the jerking head into the damp mass of sexual tissue. The walls of her vulva gripped 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, hard cock, she slavered. You're filling me all of me; you're fucking inside my belly! She jerked herself down, and the stiff dick pushed up more deeply. Like that, she groaned, squirming 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 deeper, feeling the vaginal walls swelling against 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 rough. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to heighten the sensation and the motion of her thigh muscles tightened the grip of her vulva. Oooh, that! George panted, feeling the damp grip of the strong however soft walls of his cock. Keep holding my cock like that! He stumbled himself up, his cock making wet, sensual noises as it thrust through the soaking tissue; then he dragged the shaft down, felt Mabel's body trembling against his as the delights throbbed through her flesh. Oh, Georgie-- do not stop! Mabel panted out the words breathlessly and squirmed her butts on the edge of the shelf 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 became crazy. Georgie-Georgieeeeh! Mabel attempted to suppress the screech that increased in her throat as his swollen organ jammed against the suggestion of her stiffening clitoris. She twitched herself urgently, working the tough clitoral idea 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 rose high as burning spurts of juice sprayed from the lips of his dick, splashing against the soaked tissue at the top of Mabel's vulva, scalding her, delighting her and making her flesh shiver until 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 buttocks, pulling him even deeper inside her sexual cavern. At last, her mouth moved far from George's, her teeth relinquished their grip on his lip and she panted, You charming huge cock, oooh, Georgie-- you drive me fuckin' wild! Soft screwin' pussy, he mumbled, feeling the last dregs of juice trickle from completion of his dick. Your cunt was simply developed for fuckin'! She gave a breathless laugh, raided him, feeling his softening shaft sliding out of her. I came, Georgie, she whispered. You constantly make me come-- an'-- she thought twice, then buried her face on his shoulder so that her words were smothered, an' now, will you suck me, Georgie? She opened her thighs eagerly, then reached down and extended 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 suggestion. Draw it into your mouth-- tickle it with your tongue-- bite it, Georgie! He gripped the squirming muscle with his teeth, pulled it far from its warm, damp slot. Mabel made low thrilled sounds and entwined her fingers in the hair on George's bent head. Stick your tongue up my pussy, she asked in a whisper. He drove his tongue into her, tasting the saltiness of the mix of his and her come-juice, then drew at her clitoris once again. Bubbling moans poured from Mabel's lips and she rocked herself, gradually and sensuously, as George licked, sucked and bit with thrilling sexual devotion. I'm gon na come again! The words spurted from Mabel's lips; a violent shiver shattered through her body and she nearly jerked her clitoris from the grip of George's teeth. Now! she gasped, straining herself back, increasing the stress as George's teeth plucked her clitoris. Now, now, NOW! Her voice rose to a squeal, then worthless babbles of sound ran from her lips in a gush as she orgasmed with frenzied intensity. George released the grip of his teeth, felt the head of the clitoris throbbing hugely against his lips then a shiver diminished his spine as the pantry-door opened and an 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 interrupt you-- or had you finished? she asked in a coldly ironical tone. Her eyes flicked down to George, focused on his limp penis-- then she glanced at Mabel, initially at her face then at her curled-open, soaking vulva.
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