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She gasped loudly, trying not to scream, as I pulled out of her again. Then I went back in slowly and I could feel her pussy pulsing around me. As I ...ucked her slowly she shuttered a bit in an orgasm.“Your cock… It’s so hard… Fuck me more…” She said.I went faster and faster. I rammed my big cock in deep and back out of her as my balls slapped her ass. Her big tits jiggled as my pelvis smacked her over and over and she let out all kinds of moans and gasps of pleasure. I could feel her warm. "I'll miss you lover," she said. The week passed slowly, life was always slow without Melissa. I came back to our house aching for sex. "Melissa, I'm home!" I called as I entered the door. "Hey der bab," a woman echoed. She appeared from the kitchen dressed in a wife-beater T-shirt and white cotton panties. It wasn't Melissa though, who was this woman. Her breasts were small, maybe an A. She was muscled and her hair looked dirty and tangled. "Who are you and where is Melissa?" I. More

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