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"Whip me, mother!", George Lucas death-rattled.
"Vons means value!", George Lucas heaved.
George Lucas fiddled her iLLoGiCAl and iRrElEvAnT. jiz gobbler.

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now its time for you to return the favor," Roland cockily whispered into Ann's ear body stockings.
I need you!" I hated to hear that begging tone, but I was nearly past caring .
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My eyes dropped the couple of inches to see her inhale and then immediately blow the smoke out alongside the cigarette pretty feet.
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Feeling Roland's balls tighten on the top of her brow, the masturbating married woman sensed her black lover was on the verge of cumming again .
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I was so on the precipice, my body screaming for me to jump off when he suddenly bit down on my clit and, at the same time, thrust one thick finger into my ass up to his first knuckle .
Holding each side of Ann's head securly between his huge thighs, Roland frantically gyrated on the top of Ann's mouth until his weighty nuts had left a lasting blush mark on the side of her cheek .
' I reached out and we shook hands .

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