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. Kay's nipples were inches way from Paul's lips as she extended her hand toward Paul. Stinking rich. As they faced each other, I caught their eyes meeting, and as they embraced tenderly, I saw that look in my wife's eye. She entered, and walked pasts the reception desk, where the secretary, who was on the phone, nodded at her. We could both see the wetness between her legs in the mellow dancing light of the fire. She eased on him, his hot cock sliding easily into her.
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Kay's nipples were inches way from Paul's lips as she extended her hand toward Paul. Stinking.
