Mrs . X's desires

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"Stick it up my box. Oh, Jesus God, Ralph, I love that, what you're doing to me. Ohhhhhhhh!"

Sally opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling and bit down on the wadded piece of sheet in her mouth. While her head was still as a statue, her hips writhed like a hula dancer's. She couldn't stop them. Ralph's head kept bobbing up and down hard between her smooth, ivory thighs and his red tongue stabbed out and darted into her love box.

Sally was naked on the bed. Her golden skin looked out of place on the white sheets. Her lush breasts were two hillocks topped by cherry nipples that were usually soft blobs of putty, but now were pointed peaks. She was sweating a little. The soft sheen of dewy moisture covered her body in response to the urgent probing of Ralph's tongue in her crotch. And when she arched her back and pushed her cunt in Ralph's sex moistened face she sweated some more. With passion! And with dread.

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