Sara already had juices running from inner walls and cervix. Pete with drew his fingers from her pussy. Sara let out a disappointed sigh then Pete pus...ed his index and middle finger into Sara's asshole they sink to the first knuckles. Sara was in a lip lock, tounge wrestling with Bree, she gasped sucking air hard actually taking Bree's breath a second. Sara began grunting and moaned loudly as she continues to kiss Bree passionately. Her pussy had fluids running out, it dripped on his chin and. Mostly she slumbered on the overstuffed corduroy couch, but four days ago, before the liquor had run out, she’d awoke from a drunken stupor to find herself on the floor of her huge walk-in closet wearing a fleecy, navy blue sweatshirt. HIS sweatshirt. She’d buried it deep in a box of her winter clothes along with a bottle of his cologne after he left that day. She could smell HIM now all over her. ‘I don’t know where your goddamned shirt is! And what the fuck use do I have for your cologne?’ . More

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