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She gave her a deep, passionate kiss as her hand ran through the softness of her hair. She could smell the coconut aroma in Stace’s hair from her favorite conditioner that she used. Stace’s hand ran down her neck to Jenna’s chest. She loved her breasts. Maybe because they were bigger than hers. She unbuttoned the first three buttons of Jenna’s cardigan as she realized she was in for a treat because Jenna wasn’t wearing a bra tonight. She knew Jenna was a D but Jenna liked wearing bras that were a cup smaller. She didn’t like the fact that her size was so big but Stace always thought they were perfect, especially because she liked how people liked to stare at Jenna’s chest, especially guys. Stace, on the other hand was more petite and barely had B cup breast. Stace kissed down Jenna’s shoulders as she slipped her cardigan off. Her lips trailed down to her chest leaving a soft trail of kisses. She nibbled on Jenna’s pink nipples as her hand made it’s way underneath Jenna’s skirt and. I groaned around his cock as I began to tweak my hard little nubbin with my thumb. I was so close to cumming that I knew it wouldn’t take much more to push me over the edge.BrianI didn’t know whether to laugh or moan in pleasure as I watched Beth deep-throat my bagel-wrapped cock. When I saw her reach for her pussy and felt her moan around my cock, the choice was made for me. I felt the rumblings of her moan all the way to my toes, and I began to match her moan for moan. I ran my hands through her light brown hair as I watched her hips begin to sway back and forth and could tell that she was massaging her love mound in time to her strokes up and down my cock. I began to thrust my throbbing hard-on into her warm and waiting mouth faster and faster. As I fucked her face faster and faster, her hips began to buck in time with my thrusts and I knew that she was as close to cumming as I was.“God, I love the way that you give head,” I moaned, “Every time my cock slips deep into your throat.
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