Slave stepmother

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Wanda Taylor spread her long, shapely legs and pressed her fingertips to the mound of her golden-haired cunt. Slowly, she pulled back the loose folds of cunt flesh with her thumbs, exposing the tiny nub of her pulsating clit. An milky residue of pussy juice clung to the shaft of her clit, catching the amber light in the bedroom.

"God, what I wouldn't give for your cock right now," Wanda whispered, thinking of her husband who was off on a truck run. "Mmmmmm, I'd stick it right up my cunt."

As she spoke, she thrust her fingers deeply inside the smoldering hole of her cunt. An electric-like jolt of pleasure stung her insides, leaving her almost breathless with ecstasy.

Wanda closed her eyes and let the memory of Stan's cock burn into her brain. His prick was thick and long and always filled with gigantic wads of molten cum.

Another spasm of pleasure raced toward the base of her spine, causing her to grit her teeth in anguish.

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