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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 small storeroom. Nobody however me ever goes in here. He moved into the tiny location, let Mabel click closed the door behind them and stared at her in the dimness. She lifted her skirt at the front, then clawed at her crotch with immediate fingers. George watched 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 glimpse veered down onto the still thickening shaft, then she jammed her buttocks 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 unsteady action more detailed to the female. Do not talk-- simply 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 grasped the shaft of his penis, steered the jerking head into the wet 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 tough shaft penetrating her. Long, tough dick, she slavered. You're filling me all of me; you're fucking inside my tummy! She jerked herself down, and the stiff cock pushed up more deeply. Like that, she moaned, twisting 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 within again, much deeper and 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 attempted to squeeze her thighs together to increase the experience and the motion of her thigh muscles tightened the grip of her vulva. Oooh, that! George panted, feeling the wet grip of the strong but soft walls of his dick. Keep holding my dick like that! He stumbled himself up, his cock making wet, sensuous noises as it thrust through the soaking tissue; then he dragged the shaft down, felt Mabel's body shuddering versus his as the thrills pulsated through her flesh. Oh, Georgie-- do not stop! Mabel panted out the words breathlessly and squirmed her butts on the edge of the rack as she drew at his dick with her pulsating pussy. George might feel the head of his dick expanding and contracting and fiery slivers of juice started 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 became crazy. Georgie-Georgieeeeh! Mabel attempted to suppress the squeal that increased in her throat as his swollen organ jammed against the tip of her stiffening clitoris. She twitched herself urgently, working the difficult clitoral tip on the swelling, pulsating shaft.

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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 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 cock, splattering versus the soaked 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 rack 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 drip from the end of his dick. Your cunt was just built 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 hesitated, then buried her face on his shoulder so that her words were smothered, an' now, will you suck me, Georgie? 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 tip. Draw 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, wet slot. Mabel made low happy noises and entwined 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 sucked 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 devotion. 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 screech, then meaningless babbles of sound ranged from her lips in a gush as she orgasmed with crazy strength. George released the grip of his teeth, felt the head of the clitoris throbbing wildly against his lips then a shiver diminished 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 glittering. Did I interrupt you-- or had you finished? she asked in a coldly sarcastic tone. Her eyes flicked 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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