Lucinda opened the door for her, and ushered her into my office. She was wearing skin tight black denim jeans, heavy boots, and her pink leather motor...ycle jacket. Tracy wasn’t the slightest bit put off by my nakedness, and sat down in one of the arm chairs that faces my desk. Pulling a manilla envelope out of her shoulder bag, she said, ?Here it is. Not too much info on a couple of them, but I got everything I could find.??Thank you,? I said, reaching into the middle draw of the desk and. Her cunt grew moist, her juice dribbling out around my bunched up knuckles.I slowly eased my hand out of her. More juice flowed out of her wide open love tunnel. Her inner wet red flesh looked beautiful, inviting, and wonderful, to my lustful gaze. My cock had responded to the fisting and my secret view of Dianne’s real exposed inner self. It was throbbing, rock hard, and dripping clear pre cum again. As I looked with a mixture of wonder and lust at Dianne’s exposed sex the thought of fucking. More

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