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Then next I saw the dancer in classic go-go outfit - a bikini with tassels - talking at the bar with a few men. At first I didn't believe it could be ...rue, surely She wasn't going to dance like that?! Then the DJ announced Her. She walked under the gaze of all those men in just that sexy bikini towards the stage and by the time She got there my pants were full of cum. I saw Miss Elaine many times, and had a perfect spot where I could see the whole stage, and press against a banister to get the. Breathless, they ended up against one of the old cherry trees, the trunk thankfully smooth and warm against Heidi’s back, her heart pounding as Jim’s mouth found hers again, his murmurs folding into the invigorating kiss. Heidi broke away for a second, glancing around the area, wary of possible passer-bys witnessing their primal lust, suddenly aware of just how exposed she was. Her eyes dropped to the front of Jim’s jeans and then, almost on an impulse she asked the question that had been. It HAD to be at least 10 inches. Debbie pushed the gurl back, stood up and walked over to the center of the room where she lay down, raised her legs high in the air and spread them very wide to a split.The giant gurl knelt in front of her and took Debbie's pussy with his giant cock. Without pause, he slid his cock in Debbie's pussy all the way to the hilt, Debbie let out a loud groan of pleasure and with the exception of the music the only sound heard was the slap. slap. slap of Debbie getting. After a few moments, Eileen was panting and moaning something like "Oh! Oh! Ungh!!" so Phoebe began to press her finger into the small opening between Eileen's flushed inner lips.She slowly moved her finger out, and then in, repeating the motion in time to her licks across the top of Eileen's slit — in seconds Eileen cried out "FUCK!" and grabbed her head, pressing her face tightly between her legs, humping with every ounce of strength she had. Phoebe was scared — she couldn't breathe!.
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