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She took great delight in turning my towards her and sucking on them while Sydney watched with apparent amusement, her smile bright and beguiling. And...she didn’t stop there. I cried out softly as she bit into them, her teeth feeling sharper then they had any right to be. “Show her my pussy,” she said with a cruel grin, egging me on, giving my bottom a smack as I stood up on the sofa and pressed myself against the window, mashing my boobs against the cold glass with a gasp, palms flat against. ..very hard. Then, he took my nipple into his mouth. Sucking and nipping with his teeth, he explored every inch of my breast. I dropped my head back. With every suck, I felt a sharp electric pulse in my groin. I began to rotate my hips, trying to rub my clit against his hard shaft. I needed relief. It was like my body took over my mind. It wanted...no...demanded relief. Never breaking contact with my nipple, he wedged a hand between our bodies. I felt him using his knuckles to rub against. More

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