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Kiss her boobs one after the other then use my right hand to squeeze her left breast while i suck on her right tit. It immedialty hardens in my mouth, and i can feel the other one doing the same in my hand."OHH Johnnnn" she moans. The sound of her voice driving me crazy. But before i know it, i feel her hand on the tie to my sweat pants. As soon as its undone, my rock hard cock springs out. I lift my head from her tit and she uses her left hand to lift my chin up for a deep kiss, while her right hand grabs at my shaft. She lifts my shirt off of me, and kisses down my neck, then chest. She reaches my dick and kisses the head, ever so lightly. She then pops the head in her mouth and sucks really hard. At the same time she jerks me off. It is without a doubt, one of the best feelings i've ever experienced. Christen then opens her mouth wide and goes down another 3 inches. She bobs her head up and down while i lay there in absolute heaven. I look down at her and her big, bright, blue. ’ Something inside Isabelle screamed. She wanted her to claw her eyes out, to scream...but Isabelle was gone. Darius saw her blink a few times, then stumble backwards, gasping. ‘What the...what the fuck…’ she whispered. She looked around slowly, as if seeing everything for the first time. She looked down at her breasts, Darius’ eager cock. She felt a hammering inside her mind. ‘Woah, let’s not get too upset. You were begging for my cock a few minutes ago.’ Darius said, indignant. Isabelle shook her head, muttering ‘no, no no no no no…’ she stumbled backwards, fully naked apart from her heels, her hands feeling her way along the wall. Her wide eyes scanned the room. Darius strode towards her, staring down at her delectable yet fragile form. She shivered, her skin bristling against his gaze. ‘W-w-why, what have you done to me?’ Isabelle said, crossing her legs, her hands crossed around her breasts. ‘Isabelle...it’s ok…’ Darius reached out his arm, and tenderly.
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