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She looked up from my legs and murmured,
"What are you waiting for?" And she cupped her
humungous hooters in invitation.
Now, normally I like
to enjoy a few sensuous minutes of kissing and frenching
before I get down to the soul-searing business of
tit-groping and sucking, making love to a girl, but
there was nothing normal about Morgan's chest. So, I
grabbed as much of her boobs in my worshipful hands as I
could and started fondling. They felt even better than
they looked - firm and hot and smooth and heavy. I
lovingly caressed the babe's massive mounds, brushing my
twitching fingers over their immenseness, swirling my
silver-painted fingertips around her huge, pink
aureoles, her engorged, half-inch nipples.
"God, that
feels good," she groaned, closing her eyes and
throwing her head back, her lustrous, jet-black hair
cascading down her naked back.
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