She heard fabric rip, and knew it was not his, but her clothing, which had given under his increasingly frantic movements. He would pay for that. But ...hat was for later. Now she just wanted to enjoy his fervor, his strength as he ran his hand along the back of her thigh and brought her leg up and around his waist, baring her to more intimate explorations in a parody of a dance. His other hand buried skillfully into her hair at her nape, bringing her head back, denying her the kiss she had so. Their rapidly-flowing juices became thoroughly- blended as they oozed out onto Wendy’s creamy-white, silky- smooth thighs. ‘Yes!’ Wendy shrieked in Jane’s ear, drowning out whatever Moneypenny was trying to tell Jane over the phone. ‘Yes! Yes! YYYEEESSS! Mmmmmmmm!’ Wendy’s face glowed now, and her smile beamed from ear to ear, for Jane Bond had not at all overstated, what a terrific lover her Brad would make for Wendy’s starving pussy, which Wendy’s arms dealer husband, W, had too-long. More

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