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The plan was to crawl into bed for a night of screaming, barking, shake-the-headboard, scare-the-cats, call-the-fire-department, knock-the-lamps-over sex. Two friends offered to drive us home in their van. The ride had been full of sweaty teasing. Margie had slipped Free penthouse letters stories panties off earlier, to tease me while we danced a long, groping slow dance.
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She pulled it out to grin at me and lick her lips when I bucked my hips. She laughed out loud when I humped my hips up toward her mouth. When she turned her head, my cockhead only managed to touch her ear. My fingers were tangled in her hair as we kissed passionately. All this movement finally drew the notice of our friends, who joked and teased and generally put a stop to our fun. At the house our two friends, another couple, stayed to talk and drink some more.
After an hour Margie disappeared, only to return in a short, red satin robe that did nothing to hide the fact that she was naked underneath. For some reason, no one got the hint until I suggested that our friends stay the night in the spare room. I took them up to get them settled. The door had barely closed before the bed began its telltale squeaking.
When I returned to the kitchen, it was clear the night had finally taken its toll. Margie was asleep, her head on the table. I carried her into bed and settled beside her for a long night of frustrated dreams. Apparently her dreams were just as hot as mine. As I lazily floated back toward consciousness in the morning, the Free penthouse letters stories scent of Margie's pussy juice filled my senses. My hand slid along the curve of her waist and across her belly.
Hugging her tightly, I slid my hard-on up and down her ass-cheeks in fast thrusts. My cock jerked and throbbed with every brush against her sweet crack. If it hadn't been morning, I would have come right then and there. Margie moaned quietly, and her legs reflexively spread apart a little bit.
My hand went gliding over the rise of her hips and down to her wet, slippery cunt. It was smooth and hot, soft, quivering and very wet. Two of my fingers drove deeply into her with one smooth thrust. Once they were in as far as I could reach, they ran in little circles around and around that little rough spot in her pussy just behind the clit.
Margie's moans turned to whimpers as I rotated my wrist and circled my fingers around the smooth walls of her vagina.
Lying on my side, entering her from behind, my chest against her back, my pole only reached about halfway in. Margie responded after a few thrusts by wiggling her ass and pressing it hard against me. Then she rolled over onto her belly. I stayed with her, ramming my cock as deeply inside her as I could. She grabbed the headboard with both hands, raised herself onto her knees and pushed against every thrust with her whole body.
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I bellowed and hollered. I was still breathing hard and gasping weakly, but was not about to give up a chance to shower with this beauty. In the shower, we soaped each other up. Margie paid close attention to my balls, which I keep clean-shaven for her. She says it's sexy to lick and suck them that way.
This time she wasted no time getting down on her knees to enjoy them. It took maybe two licks, combined with the sight of her kneeling in front of me, to get my prick back up to its full size. Margie swallowed the whole shaft in one move.Free penthouse letters stories
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