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Flying to Las Vegas
Date: 6/14/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 82.4, Source: sexstories.com
protesting, Giada is now moaning in pleasure, as she presses her ass back into my hard cock, begging for more with her body. " That's it, Giada," I groan into her ear. " I knew you'd love it. I knew you missed me. I you needed me." I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, tugging on it. Giada cries out at the sharp pleasure, but the sound is still muffled by my hand. " Do you want me to touch your pussy?" I ask her, still rubbing and plucking at her over sensitized breasts. She nods violently, spreading her legs as far as she can apart. " Do you want me to stop touching your tits?" I ask. She shakes her head emphatically. She never wants me to stop touching her. " Will you scream if I take my hand away?" Our eyes met in the mirror, and I see she is weighing the decision in her mind. She thought about how much I'd scared her, how deeply I had already violated her. But then she thought about how incredible it feels to have me playing with her nipples, as I'm still doing, and how dripping wet her pussy is. Slowly, she shook her head no. I pull my hand slowly from her mouth, ready to cover it again at a moment's notice. " Please, John," Giada moans quietly. I jerk up her dress, exposing her lacy pink panties. There is a dark spot at the crotch where her cunt has already soaked the material. I grip the lace with my hand ripping it away, tearing the delicate cloth to shreds and exposing her bare pussy. I run my rough finger up the slit, barely parting the folds. She moans ...