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" A'yan said and put his hand on her shoulder, motioning her to turn around."Oh..." Summer turned around and smiled so wide her cheeks hurt. She didn't care. A man never bought her jewelry before."Your hair..." He whispered from behind her. She drew it all over one shoulder as he reached around her and drew the necklace up her chest and fastened behind her neck. The signs rested close to her collar bones." It's so beautiful. Thank you." Summer said with a wavering voice. "A beautiful necklace, for a beautiful woman. I couldn't think of anyone else to wear it." His hand drew from her shoulder to her back and caressed her."What does it mean?" she said and touched the letters."Talatha'shar. Her name. I thought you could be my Talatha'shar." He leaned in closer.Summer turned around. Her mouth half open and her eyes large as she looked up on him. "Do you mind? If I call you Talatha'shar?" A'yan said. He was so close she could feel the warmth of his body wash over hers. Her chest heaved up. I lathered his length with my tongue, "Fuck me again, I want to feel you riding me like a dogholding my hips as you fuck me." I looked up at Paul adoringly, he was smiling, "This is going to work out better than I could have ever fucking imagined." My wife was still rotating the barely buzzing vibrator between my cheeks. "Christy, lay up here with your legs spread, I want to suck your cunt while he fucks me" Paul pulled back, kneeling on the edge of the bed. As I rolled onto my stomach Christy slid up to the head of the bed and relaxing opened her legs. She reached between her legs and spread her curly hair; her beautiful pink lipped cunt was staring me in the face. I buried my tongue in between her moist folds and searched out her clit. My lips closed around the hard nub, just as Paul moved between my legs. He pulled the vibrator from me, "You girls wore this fucking thing out!" He tossed it onto the floor. My wifes hand went to the back of my head and she whispered "suck my clit.
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