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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 storeroom. No one but me ever enters here. He moved into the tiny location, 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 urgent fingers. George viewed 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 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 open and the wet, pinkish tissue was revealed. Wet, screwin' cunt, George muttered, taking a unstable action more detailed to the female. Don't talk-- just fuck! Mabel moved her fingers down, pried open the lips of her vulva. George moved in between the open thighs, feeling Mabel's hands on his belt, unfastening 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 gripped 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 tough shaft permeating her. Long, hard dick, she slavered. You're filling me all of me; you're fucking inside my tummy! She jerked herself down, and the stiff dick pushed up more deeply. Like that, she moaned, wriggling herself. Fuck me like that!

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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 cock, splattering against the soggy tissue at the top of Mabel's vulva, scalding her, delighting her and making her flesh shiver up until she raised her feet off the floor, wedged herself on the edge of the shelf and wrapped 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 beautiful big cock, oooh, Georgie-- you drive me fuckin' wild! Soft screwin' pussy, he mumbled, feeling the last dregs of juice trickle from completion of his cock. Your cunt was just constructed for fuckin'! She provided a breathless laugh, leaned against 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 smothered, an' now, will you suck me, Georgie? Starving pussy, he muttered, always all set for more! However he followed, letting his body drop down till his face was level with her stubborn belly. 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 suggestion. Suck it into your mouth-- tickle it with your tongue-- bite it, Georgie! He gripped the squirming muscle with his teeth, pulled it away from its warm, damp slot. Mabel made low delighted noises and braided 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 mixture of his and her come-juice, then drew at her clitoris once again. Bubbling moans poured from Mabel's lips and she rocked herself, slowly 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 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 torrent as she orgasmed with crazy intensity. George launched the grip of his teeth, felt the head of the clitoris throbbing wildly versus his lips then a shiver diminished his spinal column as the pantry-door opened and an 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 complete? she asked in a coldly ironical 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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