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“Of course,” I say, quietly leaving the room into the kitchen.I walk into the kitchen and sit on the counter, trying to calm myself down. I’ve a...ways fantasized about fucking Jackson, but I didn’t think anything would ever happen between us. I love Daniel, I can’t do that to him.“Hiding from him now, are you?” Jackson says, walking into the kitchen, standing a few feet in front of me.“N-no…I’m just making something to eat.” I say softly, trying not to look him in the eyes.“Come on now, girl.. So I continued to please her with my finger. In and out of her. I played with her outer labia using my other hand and eventually went in with my tongue. But before I went in I asked her a simple question."Where's your clit?" I said with a smile between her legs.She reached down and spread her hood, exposing to me the most powerful of all organs down there. "Be gentle," she moaned lightly.I was. I was not going to ruin this. It was going to be perfect. I went down on her. I teased her clit with. Promise you'll never leave me... Oh, mon Cher... it's such a beautiful cock... I must have it with me always to fill my cunt like it is right now. Oh God... Cheri, tonight I'll suck and kiss it until dawn... Oui... Oui! Ooohhhh, mon cher, do more! Do more! Hurt me! Make me your woman... your slave... Put your finger in my ass! Please... please... hurry! Oui, hurt me, my lover!" she begged like a wild bitch in heat in the uncontrolled throes of her ecstatic trance.Her plea set off a near. I looked over to see the outline of Linda's hard nipples pressing against her bra.A few minutes later, Norman brought out two dishes of ice cream and placed them in front of us. As we ate our desserts, he joined us with his camera in hand. I could see that his penis had swelled in his thong. He was well endowed and it was clear that his erection problems had been sorted out.After our dessert, Linda stood, walked round the table and held her hand out for me to stand. She hugged me, trapping my.

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