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Maria and James moved away and Miguel led them towards broad staircase. "Let's have a look upstairs and see what's going on." They climbed the stairs, Matt very conscious that his face was mere feet away from Fliss' naked backside, he could see her pu*ssy lips move as she lifted first one foot then the other. His c**k began to fill with blood and he wondered how long he'd be able to remain unobtrusively flaccid. The landing upstairs was as large as the entrance hall, some eight doors leading off it, mostly open. They peered in the first one. A woman was in the middle of a bed, riding a man, his c**k deeply embedded in her pus*sy, her hips rolling as she guided him in and out. Matt could see her breasts bouncing, dark n*****s covering most of the end of her breasts. She ignored them, foc