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“How long has it been since you had a good time,” I asked, shaking a particularly sexy bra in front of him. “Three months,” he said, “since my wife left me.” “It’s been three years for me,” I said, throwing off my underwear and coquetry to him, “I’m not sure I can believe it. You, or I’ll let you remember a fuck.” “Oh, you can trust me,” he stammered, nodding up and down the rear window of the car like a dog, “you can trust me,” he said, He leaned over and rubbed my pretty face. He put his arms around my waist, lay back on the bed, and pulled me to his side. My nipples were straight, waiting for his lips, and he didn’t let me down. He sucked, licked, and moved his fingers up and down my soft, warm skin. Moaning and moaning, feeling like he might ejaculate if he didn’t touch my quivering pussy, but that was his next destination, and he pulled me over until he could reach it with his mouth. As my voice got louder, he grabbed my thigh and moved his cock up and down my slit. It didn’t take long for my whole body to begin shaking, and as he got closer, my pussy pressed harder and harder against his lips. As I broke free from his restraints, I called out “My God” a few times, inhaling and exhaling clumps of air constantly. After a while, I calmed down, sat up from the bed, and told him to take off all his clothes. One does not argue with a marshal art expert, nor does he want to. As he stood naked at the end of the bed, his cock ready to move, I slid across the sheets like a snake, straight into my mouth. The middle-aged man didn’t know when it would stop as it seemed to go deep in my throat, then I retracted it completely, looked at him with a mischievous smile, and plugged it back in again. “Fuck” he yelled grabbing my hair as I slid up and down his throbbing cock. Just before he was about to ejaculate, I reached out a hand and started stroking his balls. His nerve endings felt like they were gonna explode, and then he said, “Oh, fuck,” again, and he yelled at his loudest, and he shot. I spat out his offspring and continued licking his dick like I couldn’t take it anymore. What’s wrong? I haven’t been this excited for three years, I hope it’s okay. The uncle didn’t intend to disappoint me, and it didn’t take long for him to bite the bullet. I just got back on the bed, spread my legs, and gestured at him with my fingers, “Come here.” He climbed into bed, got up from me, looked down at my gorgeous body and full breasts. His cock aligned with my pussy and gave me a small smile as he penetrated as far as he could. I gasped and clutched his arm tightly as he went in and out of my warm, damp love tunnel. The runaway crook who tried to act tough is now at his mercy as he rammed, then rammed again He seemed willing to ejaculate again, I squeezed his arm and urged him to stand up. As he got faster and faster, I started to scream, and I let go as his mucus spurted out of my heart It, until it shook the window of the room. The two of us sat with our backs against the pillows to recover from their injuries, and I actually took his hand and held it affectionately. “Should I marry someone like you?”

NSFW: yes

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