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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. We can go to it in the kitchen. She opened the door to the little storage room. Nobody however me ever enters here. He moved into the small place, 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 watched her panties move down and when the thick development of pubic hair became visible, he ripped his pants open and dragged out his swollen penis. Mabel's look veered down onto the still thickening shaft, then she jammed her buttocks 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 shaky step more detailed to the female. Do not talk-- just fuck! Mabel slid 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 starving 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 dick, sucked it up and into her body. Urgh, Mabel, George groaned, you hot, hungry pussy! She pushed her mouth on his, sucked and bit at his lips as she felt the difficult shaft penetrating her. Long, difficult cock, she slavered. You're filling me all of me; you're fucking inside my stubborn belly! 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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George's knees shivered when he bent them to let his organ slide down, then he drove within again, much deeper and much 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 sensation 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 cock. Keep holding my dick like that! He stumbled himself upward, his cock making damp, sensuous noises as it thrust through the soaking tissue; then he dragged the shaft down, felt Mabel's body trembling against his as the thrills 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 dick with her pulsating pussy. George might feel the head of his cock contracting and broadening and intense slivers of juice started 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 frenzied. Georgie-Georgieeeeh! Mabel tried to suppress the squeal that increased in her throat as his inflamed organ jammed versus the tip of her stiffening clitoris. She wriggled herself urgently, working the tough clitoral idea on the swelling, throbbing 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 rose 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, heating her, thrilling her and making her flesh shiver till 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 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 huge cock, oooh, Georgie-- you drive me fuckin' wild! Soft screwin' pussy, he mumbled, feeling the last dregs of juice trickle from the end of his dick. Your cunt was simply developed for fuckin'! She gave a breathless 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 muffled, an' now, will you suck me, Georgie? Hungry pussy, he muttered, always ready for more! But he followed, letting his body fall till his face was level with her belly. She opened her thighs excitedly, then reached down and extended 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 pointer. Suck 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 delighted noises 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 sucked at her clitoris again. Bubbling groans put from Mabel's lips and she rocked herself, gradually and sensuously, as George licked, sucked and bit with thrilling sexual commitment. I'm gon na return! 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 useless babbles of sound ran from her lips in a gush as she orgasmed with frenzied strength. George launched the grip of his teeth, felt the head of the clitoris throbbing hugely against his lips then a shiver ran down his spinal column as the pantry-door opened and an ice-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 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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