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She looked up at me, a merry grin on her glamor girl pretty face. “Yes, sir, I can do that, sir.” With my left hand, I set my palm over the highest point of her hill. I could feel the warmth emanating from her cunt, her brilliant pussy hairs sparkling with her dampness. I took two fingers and spread her lips separated wide, permitting me both a grand view and free access to her pussy, her labia vacillating like a little sparrow in a firm breeze. Her eyes stayed shut, she looked totally casual, as I left on a cozy vaginal back rub. For the initial five minutes or somewhere in the vicinity, I simply let my center finger calmly meander through her inward dividers, keeping her on the verge, concentrate her body eagerly, looking for signals and pieces of information of what she loved most.

“God, my clit is completely hard,” she mumbled, practically to herself in dismay. I started to push down with my left hand on top of her mons, applying only a tad bit of weight on her tanned tummy, as I embedded my ring finger into her to make it a trio.

Lynn had yet another smaller than usual climax. Not as intense as a portion of the ones that had gone before it tonight, yet fulfilling in any case, if her body sensors were any sign. Her pelvis was lifted high off the bedding at this point, and I had slithered sufficiently close to her so that her thighs lay on top of my legs. I again treated her to her discharge, admonishing her to lick between the majority of my fingers. “That is it, wonderful, lick yourself. Lick it up as though you were eating another pussy.” Lynn moaned at this comment, which obviously, drove me to estimate on the off chance that she had ever occupied with such action, Inquiring personalities need to know.

I next let my littler pinkie participate in the enjoyment within Lynn’s percolating mix, and now a foursome of fingers spelunking within her cunt. She was chattering now, a progression of snorts exuding from her mouth, which was open in a ceaseless “o”. “Four is the breaking point then, for this evening at any rate,” I stated, guaranteeing that she would be brought just delight, not torment.

And afterward for the following ten minutes, those same four fingers viciously finger-fucked her now extended cunt into an intense, last climax, her hands gripping at the sheets, her head whipping forward and backward like Linda Blair’s character in the Exorcist. Controlled by four fingers overwhelming her heavenly cunt.

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