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She sucked my with deep throated pleasures until I started to come and she held my throbbing cock down her gullet. Drying one another off continued the first sexual experience for both of us in many months. I couldn't help but sliding my thumb into Peggy's pussy as I tended to dry her crotch region thoroughly; a lost cause as it will maintain a well lubricated level over the next couple of hours. We fell onto the bed and started with her planting her ass and pussy onto my face. I finally found a good reason for having attended the Special forces Scuba School as controlled breathing exercises enabled me to grab a breath when and if Peggy raised her ass and pussy from my mouth and nose. No problem as I enjoyed sucking Peggy's clit into my mouth to flick it quickly with my tongue. As her ass slid on my face I was able to tongue Peggy's asshole and chew on her labia and clit with all of this driving her wild. The flood of juices was very tasty and as her labia and clit. ” She blushed at the mention of the audience and looked at the camera suddenly aware of it again. “Those amazing breasts deserve to be seen.”She dropped the act and let her shirt fall to her waist. “They aren’t that great.” She said looking down at her bra encased breasts sulkily.“I’ll be the judge.” He said putting a hand out as if to pull down her bra. “You just got used to them I bet. You should be proud of them.”Hesitantly, she looked up and pulled her bra down past her nipples while her dark wet eyes seemed to plead up into the lense. “Here, take a seat while I set up the next shot.” He ordered.Quickly mounting the camera on a tripod set to cover a side angle of the couch. The director dropped down before her in the middle of the couch and scooped up her bountiful breasts in either hand. Her nipples had wide aureolas nearly the size of his palm. Around the edges, they were a light pink that paled as it got towards the center where the nub of her nipple stood out.
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“How?” I asked, puzzled.“We couldn’t find anywhere decent to go, so I texted him. He was still awake and the others dropped me off there,” she said.With her pants off I ran my fingers over the front of her sexy white knickers. They were soaked. I slipped them off and she lay on the bed and spread her legs. I knelt between her legs and surveyed the scene. Her pussy was glistening with fluid. I leaned over and kissed her deeply.“Your pussy is so wet,” I said.“Enjoy it, honey,” she said and with that I knelt back between her legs. I ran my finger gently up her slit and onto her clit. It was so slippery and silky. She began to moan. Every fold of her pussy was literally dripping – a potent mixture of pussy juice and cum. Justin had ejaculated in her about thirty minutes beforehand so his cum had turned clear, but there was still plenty of it. Sophie’s cunt was awash with seed.I lowered my head and gently began to lick the fluid. It was oily with a salty tang and not at all.

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