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"God almighty!" she shrieked, and her
voluptuous body seemed to dissolve in my hands and
mouth. She shook like a fig leaf in a sexual hurricane,
and then her twin-peaked torso was jolted with orgasm,
again and again and again, until she collapsed backwards
onto the bed with me riding her tits all the way down.
"I want to make
love to your legs," she gasped eventually, as I
fondled her splayed mounds, lightly bit and twisted her
fat nipples.
"Sure," I
responded, tearing my hands and mouth off her boobs,
standing up and stripping away my t and bra. My titties
are small at the best of times, but they were positively
miniscule in the shadows of Morgan's mountainous
mammaries. But Morgan didn't care; she wanted my legs
and feet, wanted them bad. I spun around and gently slid
my panties over my firm, sun-burnished butt cheeks, then
all the way down my glistening, bronze legs.
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