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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 tiny location, let Mabel click closed the door behind them and looked at her in the dimness. George enjoyed her panties slide down and when the thick growth of pubic hair became visible, he ripped his pants open and dragged out his inflamed penis. Mabel's glimpse veered down onto the still thickening shaft, then she jammed her buttocks on a low rack so that she remained in a half-squatting position. Her thighs spread out open and the wet, pinkish tissue was revealed. Wet, screwin' cunt, George muttered, taking a unstable action better to the female. 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, 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 grasped the shaft of his penis, guided the jerking head into the damp 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, hungry pussy! She pressed her mouth on his, drawn 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 pushed up more deeply. Like that, she moaned, agonizing 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 within again, much deeper and deeper, feeling the vaginal walls undulating against his throbbing shaft. Oooh, you sweet fuck, he mumbled, trembling with excitement, you're suckin' the strength outa me! Keep fuckin', she said, her voice ragged. She attempted to squeeze her thighs together to increase the feeling and the motion of her thigh muscles tightened the grip of her vulva. Oooh, that! George panted, feeling the wet grip of the strong however soft walls of his cock. Keep holding my dick like that! He stumbled himself upward, his dick making damp, sensuous noises as it thrust through the soaking tissue; then he dragged the shaft down, felt Mabel's body shuddering against his as the delights pulsated 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 could 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 increased 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 idea of her stiffening clitoris. She twitched herself urgently, working the difficult clitoral idea on the swelling, pulsating 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 cock, splashing against the soaked tissue at the top of Mabel's vulva, scalding her, thrilling her and making her flesh shiver up until she lifted 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 far from George's, her teeth relinquished their grip on his lip and she panted, You beautiful huge cock, oooh, Georgie-- you drive me fuckin' wild! Soft screwin' pussy, he mumbled, feeling the last dregs of juice drip from the end of his cock. Your cunt was simply constructed for fuckin'! She gave a out of breath 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 suck me, Georgie? She opened her thighs eagerly, then reached down and extended the lips of her pussy broad 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 surrounded her clitoral idea. Draw 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, wet slot. Mabel made low delighted 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 mixture of his and her come-juice, then sucked at her clitoris again. Bubbling groans put 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 plucked her clitoris. Now, now, NOW! Her voice rose to a squeal, then meaningless babbles of sound ranged from her lips in a torrent as she orgasmed with frenzied intensity. George released the grip of his teeth, felt the head of the clitoris throbbing wildly versus his lips then a shiver ran down his spinal column 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 kitchen entrance, face white, eyes flashing. Did I interrupt you-- or had you end up? she asked in a coldly sarcastic tone. Her eyes snapped 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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