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Will you taste my p*ssy?(2)
It dawned on me that I was actually eating another woman's p***y, something I had never done before. It took us back to the origin of our conversation about her not having her p***y eaten often enough. She tasted wonderful, succulent, exotic. The more I tasted her, the more her nectar leaked onto my face. I became more eager, vigorously licking her p***y from one end to the other. When her thighs pressed together around my head, I knew she was close to coming. Never having done this before, I wanted to make my friend feel good. I was enjoying making her come on my face, pouring her juices into my mouth. She jerked and gasped. I knew all the signs of an orgasm. I kept at her, sucking her little s*x-button into my mouth and licking her tender slit. She bucked and jerked for a while and
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