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Morgan pulled her dripping fingers out of my
smoldering snatch, licked them clean, and then lapped at
my steaming cunny as I gently stroked her silky hair.
"This is going to be one fun week," she
quipped from between my legs, her lips and chin shiny
with honey.
From
then on, the fun for Morgan and I began around four
o'clock every day. After grinding through courses in the
morning and team-building activities in the afternoon,
we would get the rest of the day, and night, off to
enjoy ourselves - and each other. We fucked to the wee
hours of the morning, every morning, the two of us never
getting tired of each other and our chosen fetishes -
her beautiful, bountiful boobs for me, and my lovely,
long legs for her. It was a match made in sexual heaven.
And just to put the figurative cherry on top of our
supremely sweet week of erotic enjoyment, on the final
day of training we discovered another girl who shared
our own particular orientation - Anita |
