Vagina Of My Housewife

Marcia stood in the doorway watching as that wonderful ass swayed back and forth like a pendulum. She could imagine seeing Carrie naked, and feeling t...at silky smooth skin under her fingers. The warmth was immediate and Marcia had to stop from touching herself. Just then, Carrie pulled out of the refrigerator and turned around with her hands full of beer. She smiled at Marcia and walked back toward the dining room. Marcia was holding the door open with her body and as Carrie passed by her back. She skitters on her heels like an hour old colt, seeking to keep her feet, my hand entwined in her luxuriant red hair. She is docile and compliant but that does nothing to calm me and I grip her face in one hand, my fingers biting into her pale cheeks, making her gasp as I force my lips to hers. Her breath is sour with fear but her lips are plump and soft and delicious. I crush them with mine and she whimpers, the noise muffled and pathetic. It excites me further and I pull the tatters of the. More

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