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I kept twisting and squirming my tongue, just barely penetrating her asshole as she rode out her orgasm.
It took about fifteen seconds before one final grunt and her hands stopped battering at her pussy. But I continued my assault, trying to win every second of pleasure I could for her.
“Stop, wallflower!” She lowered her feet, put her high heels against the top of my shoulders, and big assnice ass straightened her legs as hard as she could, knocking me flat on my back five feet from the chair.
We must have been a sight: the celebrity slumped in the chair with glassy eyes, her legs spread wide, and her pussy shining, and the nobody lying on the floor with sore knees, his mouth and tongue chaffed, and his cock as rigid as an iron bar bouncing with every heartbeat. We watched each other in our embarrassing positions, and suddenly, there was a tension in big assnice ass the air. Something was going back and forth between us in that stare. We had big assnice ass both crossed into new sexual territory. And we both liked what we had found there. |
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