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She walked through the bedroom door carrying His vodka, and a tall glass of water for herself. Stubbing out her cigarette, she arose from her seat and made her way to the bar. XXX She had felt it too, and with each of His spurts causing her pussy to clamp down on Him again, and with each of her contractions causing another jet, they remained like that for quite some time, just feeding off each-other’s orgasm, before they collapsed down onto the bed, exhausted and spent. He couldn’t remember the last time she had been quite this wet. I don’t care how, or why, you felt the need to behave so badly tonight. He couldn’t remember the last time she had been quite this wet. She spun around, taken aback by the invasion of personal space. “She was upset You wouldn’t be sharing the evening with her.
