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Mabel pulled herself back, her face red with excitement. In here, she murmured, dragging George to the side of the cooking area. We can go to it in the pantry. She opened the door to the little storeroom. No one but me ever goes in here. He moved into the tiny place, 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 urgent fingers. George watched her panties slide down and when the thick growth of pubic hair became visible, he ripped his trousers open and dragged out his swollen penis. Mabel's glimpse drifted down onto the still thickening shaft, then she jammed her butts on a low rack so that she was in a half-squatting position. Her thighs spread open and the wet, pinkish tissue was exposed. Wet, screwin' cunt, George muttered, taking a shaky step more detailed to the woman. Don't 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 trousers slip down then her fingers were clutching his butts and pulling his body closer to her, into her with starving strength. He gripped 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 dick, sucked it up and into her body. Urgh, Mabel, George groaned, you hot, starving pussy! She pushed her mouth on his, drawn 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 belly! She jerked herself down, and the stiff dick pressed 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 inside once again, 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 stated, her voice rough. She tried 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 damp grip of the soft but strong walls of his dick. Keep holding my dick like that! He stumbled himself up, his dick making wet, sensual noises as it thrust through the soaking tissue; then he dragged the shaft down, felt Mabel's body shuddering versus his as the delights throbbed through her flesh. Oh, Georgie-- do not stop! Mabel panted out the words breathlessly and squirmed her buttocks on the edge of the rack as she sucked at his dick with her pulsating pussy. George might feel the head of his cock broadening 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 ended up being crazy. Georgie-Georgieeeeh! Mabel tried to suppress the squeal that rose in her throat as his swollen organ jammed against the tip of her stiffening clitoris. She twitched herself urgently, working the tough clitoral pointer on the swelling, throbbing 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 pelvis 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 soaked tissue at the top of Mabel's vulva, scalding her, delighting her and making her flesh shiver until she raised 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 away from George's, her teeth relinquished their grip on his lip and she panted, You lovely big dick, oooh, Georgie-- you drive me fuckin' wild! Soft screwin' pussy, he mumbled, feeling the last dregs of juice trickle from the end of his cock. Your cunt was simply developed for fuckin'! She provided a out of breath giggle, leaned against 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? Hungry pussy, he murmured, constantly ready for more! He complied with, letting his body drop down until his face was level with her 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 surrounded her clitoral idea. Suck it into your mouth-- tickle it with your tongue-- bite it, Georgie! He grasped the squirming muscle with his teeth, pulled it away from its warm, damp slot. Mabel made low ecstatic noises and braided 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 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 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 tension as George's teeth plucked her clitoris. Now, now, NOW! Her voice rose to a screech, then useless babbles of sound ranged from her lips in a gush as she orgasmed with crazy intensity. George released the grip of his teeth, felt the head of the clitoris throbbing extremely versus his lips then a shiver diminished his spine as the pantry-door opened and an ice-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 pantry doorway, face white, eyes flashing. Did I interrupt 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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