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"Can I do you now... make you feel good too?"
Martha grinned and pulled up her skirt. I watched as she slid her panties down her legs and took them off completely. She had a little more hair than I did below her belly, but it did not conceal the cleft between her legs. She had dildo machine me sit down in a chair that was pushed up against dildo machine the wall and then sat on my lap, facing me, with her skirt dildo machine up around her waist and her bare pussy just above my limp cock.
"Rub your hand dildo machine on my pussy, sweetie," she instructed. "And don't stop feeling my titties." I put one hand between her legs and began to massage her plump pussy lips, and Martha responded by grinding dildo machine herself against my hand. Almost by accident a finger slipped deeper. Between her soft labia I felt her wet inner folds. "Yeah, sweetie... that the way," she dildo machine sighed. My fingers slid up and down my girl's slippery, juicy pussy while her hips rotated in my lap. |
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