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They beg to be sucked on and Colt’s mouth is instantly salivating at the thought. Emma bites her bottom lip and groans.“Oh fuck. That feels good,” she moans.Colt moves his other hand to the opposite breast and teases and pinches both at the same time. Emma shrieks. She reaches one hand up from where they have been teasing his cock to gently caress his neck. Her other hand slips to his and she presses down on his hand hard. Colt is forced to grab more of her breast and mashes it flatter. She presses harder and moves their hands around, kneading her breast. Cot does the same with his other hand and kisses her when her mouth opens wide.Emma lets him continue to fondle and suck her breasts as her pants seem to just melt away from her body, showing off her wonderfully bare pussy. Colt smiles and buries his face into her chest, breathing in her scent.“I want you,” she breathes heavily.She pulls away from her teacher and shimmies as luscious ass onto the desk and then beckons for him to. I let the hot water run over me for awhile to bring myself back to reality. I thought back to the limo ride the previous night and how confused I was and then how content and ease I felt later that night with Sarah. I knew I was madly in love with her.I got out of the shower just as the hot water ran out and put a towel around my waist. Unfortunately, I didn't have any toiletries over so I couldn't shave or brush my teeth. I decided to put on my clothes from the night before and go over to Grace's to finish my morning ritual and then I could bring a few things over.I walked back into the bedroom and searched for my clothes. They were nowhere to be found. What in the hell? I searched the master bath and again couldn't find them. I went through the walk-in closet to and searched through tons of beautiful dresses to see if she hung my clothes up for me to no avail.I was starting to get frantic. What did that woman do with my clothes? Wearing only a towel, I went out into the hallway and.
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