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Hot pants weather girlAnita was excitedly stroking Randy's thick boner, as she and the newscaster stared in amazement at the sofa where Wayne Marshal was noisily sucking on little Jenny's fourteen-year-old twat. "My God!" gasped Drew, watching the older man going down on his daughter's cunt. "Look at that old bastard eating my kid out." "She seems to be enjoying it," giggled Babs. "And your wife is sure having fun with Randy's big prick." The lewd scene was really turning Babs on and she quickly lowered Drew's zipper and whipped out his stiff hard-on. The couple was soon quickly undressing as they took turns peeking through the keyhole. "God," whispered Anita to Randy in the other room as they stood just inside the door watching Wayne Marshal going down on her little daughter. "I should stop him, but I know how much she's enjoying it. I'd never dreamed that anything could feel as good as the tongue-fucking you just gave me." "A cock-fuck is better," he smiled down at the woman who was excitedly stroking his big thick rod. "I'll bet it would be with this big beauty," she giggled. "Wanta fuck?" grinned Randy. "Shit, yes," she answered excitedly. "But where will we go?" "Let's do it right here on the floor," suggested the man. "This carpet is soft and deep." "How about them?" Anita whispered, glancing over at Wayne and her daughter on the sofa. "They shouldn't mind," laughed Randy. "Anyway, they seem quite busy." Watching through the keyhole from the other room, Drew couldn't believe it when he saw his wife lie down on the carpet and spread her thighs for the handsome newscaster. "Jesus Christ!" he said to Babs as he watched Randy crouch down between her legs. "Look at that ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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