It was a long kiss, but as all things eventually must, it ended, and the cock gag was replaced.
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Some scraping, a couple thuds, a small pause and then a few more thuds.
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As her ass came off the floor, her skirt began to slide back, exposing her soaked cunt.
There was a pause in the busty blow job action, broken by a rush of air across her pussy as he exhaled over it.
A short pause followed that as well, and then her arms began to be pulled up, straight up above her to the ceiling.
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She felt his hands on her, touching her, rubbing, stroking, all over her body.
Then she felt his mouth, his tongue, licking and bathing her… ending up between her legs, sucking on the tender flesh of her inner thighs.
