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I could smell the liquor, stale smoke of the lounge, the remnants of Lynn’s perfume, but mostly I could smell her delicious cunt. I felt the heat rising from her as the tip of my cock was poised centimeters from her lascivious labia. Her heat was rising up just as the nipples on her small round tits were rising up inviting me to plaster my chest against hers and thrust away between her up stretched legs.



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