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Mabel pulled herself back, her face red with enjoyment. 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 gazed at her in the dimness. George enjoyed her panties move down and when the thick growth of pubic hair became visible, he ripped his trousers open and dragged out his inflamed penis. Mabel's glance diverted down onto the still thickening shaft, then she jammed her butts on a low shelf so that she remained in a half-squatting position. Her thighs spread out open and the damp, pinkish tissue was exposed. Wet, screwin' cunt, George muttered, taking a unsteady step more detailed to the female. Do not talk-- simply fuck! Mabel moved 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 butts and pulling his body closer to her, into her with hungry strength. He gripped the shaft of his penis, steered the jerking head into the damp mass of sexual tissue. The walls of her vulva grasped 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 hard shaft penetrating her. Long, tough cock, she slavered. You're filling me all of me; you're fucking inside my tummy! She jerked herself down, and the stiff cock pressed up more deeply. Like that, she groaned, wincing 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 rough. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to increase the experience and the movement of her thigh muscles tightened the grip of her vulva. Oooh, that! George panted, feeling the wet grip of the soft but strong walls of his dick. Keep holding my dick like that! He stumbled himself upward, his cock making wet, 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-- don't stop! Mabel panted out the words breathlessly and squirmed her butts on the edge of the shelf as she sucked at his dick with her pulsating pussy. George might feel the head of his dick contracting and expanding 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 motions ended up being frenzied. Georgie-Georgieeeeh! Mabel attempted to suppress the squeal that rose in her throat as his inflamed organ jammed versus the tip of her stiffening clitoris. She twitched herself urgently, working the difficult 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 increased high as burning spurts of juice sprayed from the lips of his dick, splattering against the soggy tissue at the top of Mabel's vulva, scalding her, thrilling her and making her flesh shiver up 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 away from George's, her teeth relinquished their grip on his lip and she panted, You charming big 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 dick. Your cunt was just developed 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 constantly 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 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 surrounded her clitoral pointer. Draw it into your mouth-- tickle it with your tongue-- bite it, Georgie! He grasped the squirming muscle with his teeth, pulled it far 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 begged 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 again. Bubbling moans poured from Mabel's lips and she rocked herself, gradually 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 almost 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 ranged from her lips in a torrent as she orgasmed with frenzied strength. George released the grip of his teeth, felt the head of the clitoris throbbing extremely 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 kitchen doorway, face white, eyes flashing. Did I interrupt you-- or had you finished? she asked in a coldly ironical tone. Her eyes snapped down to George, focused on his limp penis-- then she glanced at Mabel, first at her face then at her curled-open, soaking vulva.

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