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"I want to dry you." he told her gruffly."What here?" she glanced around the tiled bathroom and then looked back at Mr. Groves.Mr. Groves didn't answer he merely reached out and tugged at her towel. It came away in his hand, and Debbie gave a little shiver as she now stood naked and wet in front of his lecherous gaze.He bunched up the towel and began to roughly dab at her. "Lift your arms," he grunted suddenly, and then, "turn around," he rubbed and dabbed and rubbed some more. "Now turn back and open your legs a little."Debbie had stood silent and disinterested as he had rubbed at her skin. Now though as he rubbed the towel up her inner thigh, she let out a soft little groan.The bumpy material touched against her clitoris and she gave a delicate little shiver.Mr. Groves snatched the towel away and threw it to the ground. "Go and lie on the bed." He ordered abruptly.Debbie could feel herself getting wet as she did as he ordered."Close your eyes Debbie and don't you dare open them," he. She could shake her head wildly from side to side whenever she pleased, and if she really struggled she could lift the back of her head from the bed a couple of inches, but this put a great strain on her neck and wasn't worth the effort.Larry pulled his black leather belt out of all of the belt loops and folded it in half so that he was holding it by the buckle end.He cracked the strap across his cupped palm a couple of times making a sound that reminded the virgin of firecrackers on the Fourth of July.Larry thought about whipping her.It seemed like fun.But he knew he would leave marks.He didn't want to cover her with welts.Larry didn't want the folks to find out what he had done to his sister.Instead the boy threw the strap aside and it scuttled across the floor, coming to a rest near his crumpled, sweat-soaked tee- shirt.The boy could feel his cock reach full engorgement inside his pants, feeling like it was going to burst out of his underwear and jeans.The swollen prick felt.
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“Yes what?” His voice demanding an answer“Yes sir?” She wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted to hear but it sufficed as he continued.Lifting himself above her, she waited for his next move, the sensation of a single finger glided from her neck to her belly button and back again. Sliding back on the bed he spread her thighs with both hands as he firmly caressed her legs from hips to toes. The sensation, so sensual she thought she would lose her mind. Feeling his beard between her thighs, his heavy breath hit her clit as he took in a deep breath through his nostrils to fulfill his primal needs. She tried to push herself into his face but her tethered hands would not allow her the few inches she desperately needed to make it happen. She could feel his fingers caress her wet folds, spreading them apart as his tongue began lapping her juices from top to bottom until finally settling on her swollen clit that demanded his attention. Bursts of screams and moans parted from Julia’s clinched.

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