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2024-10-29 19:42:56Feeling the soft tingle of Rick’s fingertips moving up her body, Maggie squirms a little and feels Rick’s bulge. He sits on it. Releasing a sigh, he says, “Ah ... I was dying because you asked me if I want a pervert ...” Closing my eyes, I hold Rick’s shoulders were giving himself to him.
Maggie could feel Rick begin to kiss the center of her chest. Going higher and higher as one of Rick’s hands slowly went up, and the other went down. Starting to breathe hard, moving her hips gently in circles rubbing Rick’s bulge against her vagina.
Letting out a moan, Maggie can feel Rick’s tongue creep up her neck as one of his hands squeezed one of her tits, and the other tried to get under her dress. Laughing, Maggie says, “You’re very anxious ... I like it ...”
Rick says to him, laughing a little, “You were expecting it too, right?”
Maggie feels Rick’s hand enter her thong, and he b
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