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Her mouth was too busy to reply, rape an indian and besides she didn't really think he wanted her to respond. Not verbally anyway. She pressed kisses to his shaft, and then opening her mouth, took gentle bites out of the side of it. Just a delicate pressure and a touch of teeth. Matt was moaning above her, she loved the sounds he was making and she looked up to see he was concentrating on her face and when she made eye contact it seemed to turn him on even more. She dragged her teeth along his shaft, flicked her tongue against the sensitive spot where his shaft met the head, and then opened her mouth fully to take him in.
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The next thing she knew scraggly rays of indian slut woma morning light were making their way through his blinds, but what really awakened her must have been his clever fingers. Two of them were fully in her and pressing in all sorts of interesting spots, creating a deep intense throbbing she'd never really felt before. She was almost sure he was hitting her G-spot, and asked him, breathlessly, if that was what it was. Matt laughed at her and continued to stroke, in and out, fingers curving slightly upward to better reach that mysterious spot, till she exploded, clenching on his fingers and panting his name.
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