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He turned, we kissed again, he went low, grabbed my ass cheeks, lifted my bottom up and locked his mouth my pussy and worked me over with expert skill.... I squealed, moaned and hit a climax at least half a dozen timed. Eventually I had to wave my hands smack his face and beg him to stop. I had met my match. He told me to return the favor. I found myself with both hands on his shaft slobbering all over the head, stroking and tongue and suckle, after a while my jaw ached. So I placed him between. As his eyes focused on the dim image of his sister, he realized she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing.He scooted to the very edge of the bed and whispered harshly, “Jesus, Lynn, you’re naked!”She giggled, “I’m glad you noticed. Are you naked? Do you sleep in the raw, brother? Because I think that’d be sooo sexy!” She reached out a hand and ran her fingers over his chest.”He pushed it away. “Dammit, quit that, Lynn! We can’t be doin’ this!”“Who says?”“I say! Hell, everybody says! It’s just. More

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