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It was gray and very windy. I said I didn’t usually wear this kind of dress. But it was for charity. “One knee on the pebbles,” he said. “I do...’t usually take this kind of photograph. But it’s for charity.” The dress blew up around my ears. My legs. Did I mention my legs? Sometimes I think my legs have a life of their own. Sometimes I eat a lot of cake to see if they’ll notice me. It doesn’t work. My legs go on doing their own beautifully defined thing. I beat the dress down with my hands. “I. Karen stood up from her desk and walked sexily over to where we were. Putting a finger on my lips she spoke softly."Well actually Andrea, we both have a slight problem" What is it I asked", slightly surprised but also very keen to know!"Well we are both feeling really hot and horny and would love to fuck you as the gorgeous girl you are."Before I could respond Sarah too stood up."Hmmm yes Andrea, we only stayed behind tonight because we wanted a hot girly fuck with you, to feel your pretty. "Her left hand wrapped around me and began to slide up and down the length, after a handful of pumps my cock was glistening in the light, just like her hands. She increased her pace slightly.I let my head fall back and bit down on my tongue. I knew I was cheating on my wife, but there was no way I could possibly protest.After a moment I looked back down at Lucy. Her lubricated hand pumped up and down my shaft, her eyes focused on my face. I let out a soft moan. She grinned.The feeling of her. Ah fuu. Ff. Ffuck. I inserted the ring finger too and started doing in multiple speed. There was just 1 minute more. I used the other hand to rub her pussy from upwards. I continued with the same speed for another 20 seconds..Rani: yeah. Yeah. This is it sweety. Fuck fuck; fuck. Here I go.And she cummed.. I was drenched in her cum. It was so much. My dress was drenched with her salty tasty ejaculation. There was huge relaxation on both our faces. But my face expressed the shock that my girl.
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