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Kim leaned in and made a show of smelling her friend. “Cin, your pussy smells so good. It smells just like mine” she whispered. Sticking out her tongue, she softly moved it blonde around the swollen clitoris in front of her. “OH SHIT….Kim…..Oh My God….I’m gonna cum …. .mmmahahah….Ohhhh shiiiit” Kim felt a slow blowjob flow of warm liquid wash her face and as she already knew she should, she slowed down her efforts. She looked up at Cindy, her face wet and smiling. “Liked that did you?” she smirked. Cindy looked at her friend and giggled at her. “You look like I peed on your face.” Cindy’s mom had been listening intently as Kim brought her daughter to orgasm naked Hardcore and felt both thrilled and a little guilty. Not only had she snooped, but the action she’d listened too had rough made her very aroused. They were now pulling into the receiving area at the morgue. His mistress rewarded him with a genuinely warm smile. His bodily movements denied by unknown means, Bryan had to stop everything and focus on controlling his breathing; he felt panic rising in his chest that threatened to overwhelm him. On to part two. Debra sat between them and they both were caressing blonde her, Hans asked dose she wear the weights regular and David no not at work. He volunteered at a shelter a lot of the time. Sandy squirmed on the Hardcore table, her mother’s fingers naked fucking her harder now. It made her think of middle school for some reason. Lightly dragging my fingers up an down her. Gina had to think a few seconds what on board meant but she quickly straddled Master's lap and put his cock in her pussy. The woman was swiftly ripped apart by four ravening mouths - screaming, jerking and thrashing for mere seconds before her life’s blood blowjob gushed out and her flesh was ripped away rough in mouthfuls. “Want me to see if I can get you backstage?” This had been his, which had subsequently become mine once told; I knew now why I found this familiar. The more Phil thought about it, the stronger and less of a ‘maybe’ it became. Then my tongue started tracing her lips and up to her rosebud anus opening. I reached into my satchel and found a piece of parchment. I licked again, swirling my tongue around her bud this time, stimulating it. It hurt but it felt good at the same time.