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The peeping neighborsJust watching Belinda was making his cock throb in a very exciting way. He watched as the washcloth dipped lower, brushing against the sweet brown curls of her pussy and soaping her wet beaver gently. Belinda was singing now. He could hear her. Belinda's eyes closed against the stinging warm spray of the showerhead. She was thinking about Tony, wondering what time he would get home. Tony was probably working late. She would have plenty of time to get all fresh and clean for him. Tony usually wanted to fuck when he came home late and Belinda blushed just thinking about some of the things that Tony liked to do in bed. She rubbed a little harder at her, wet, silky pussycurls and giggled in anticipation. Maybe Tony would stick his tongue in her pussy tonight, the way the girls had been talking about at work. That wasn't likely to happen though. Tony didn't believe in doing anything that wild. He wanted her to behave like a lady in bed, something that Belinda tried to do, but it was hard sometimes when the hot thrills raced through her pussy and she wanted to scream out in lust ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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