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Stephen stared directly at Rachel’s spread pussy, detecting that she was beginning horny house wife stories to get wet from the humiliation that they were subjecting her to. He was pleased with this, as he enjoyed forcing his charges to cum as he manipulated their untrained bodies against their wishes horny house wife stories.
“We want to inspect you pussy further,” rising from the chair as he and Stephen pulled the other table next to the one Rachel was standing on. “Put one foot on this table and the other one leave on that table. We are going to separate the tables. Do not move your feet, let us separate you legs.”
Rachel cringed as the tables were separated, forcing her legs further and further apart, her pussy spreading open. “Please, no more, Sir,” pleading as she was spread open. Michael stopped moving the table, her legs now spread over four feet apart.
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