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Mabel pulled herself back, her face red with excitement. In here, she murmured, dragging George to the side of the cooking area. He slid into the tiny place, let Mabel click closed the door behind them and gazed at her in the dimness. George watched her panties slide down and when the thick growth of pubic hair became visible, he ripped his pants open and dragged out his swollen 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 exposed. Wet, screwin' cunt, George muttered, taking a shaky step closer to the female. 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 trousers 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 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 pressed her mouth on his, sucked and bit at his lips as she felt the tough shaft penetrating her. Long, hard dick, she slavered. You're filling me all of me; you're fucking inside my stubborn belly! She jerked herself down, and the stiff cock pressed up more deeply. Like that, she groaned, twisting herself. Fuck me like that!
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George's knees shivered when he bent them to let his organ slide down, then he drove inside once again, much deeper and much deeper, feeling the vaginal walls undulating versus his throbbing shaft. Oooh, you sweet fuck, he mumbled, shivering with enjoyment, you're suckin' the strength outa me! Keep fuckin', she said, her voice ragged. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to increase the sensation and the movement 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 lurched himself up, his cock making wet, sensual sounds as it thrust through the soaking tissue; then he dragged the shaft down, felt Mabel's body shuddering versus his as the delights pulsated through her flesh. Oh, Georgie-- don't stop! Mabel panted out the words breathlessly and squirmed her butts on the edge of the shelf as she drew at his dick with her pulsating pussy. George might feel the head of his dick broadening and contracting 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 crazy. Georgie-Georgieeeeh! Mabel tried to suppress the screech that rose in her throat as his swollen organ jammed against the tip of her stiffening clitoris. She wriggled herself urgently, working the tough clitoral pointer on the swelling, pulsating shaft.
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Excitements 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 rose high as burning spurts of juice squirted from the lips of his dick, splattering against the soggy tissue at the top of Mabel's vulva, heating her, delighting her and making her flesh shiver till 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 buttocks, 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 trickle from the end of his cock. Your cunt was simply built for fuckin'! She provided a out of breath giggle, raided him, feeling his softening shaft sliding out of her. I came, Georgie, she whispered. You constantly make me come-- an'-- she was reluctant, then buried her face on his shoulder so that her words were smothered, an' now, will you draw 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 idea. Suck 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, wet slot. Mabel made low delighted noises and laced her fingers in the hair on George's bent head. Stick your tongue up my pussy, she pled 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 dedication. 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 plucked her clitoris. Now, now, NOW! Her voice rose to a squeal, then useless babbles of sound ran from her lips in a torrent 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 ran down his spinal column 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 disrupt you-- or had you end up? she asked in a coldly ironical tone. Her eyes flicked down to George, concentrated on his limp penis-- then she glanced at Mabel, first at her face then at her curled-open, soaking vulva.
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