Tortured bride

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"Mmmmmmm, yes," the woman moaned ecstatically, pulling up her close-fitting turtleneck to reveal huge ivory tits. "Eat my pussy, sweetheart! Your tongue feels so good on my cunt lips!"

The redheaded man kneeling before her on the cheap motel carpet nodded his head absentmindedly. His attention was on the wide-open pussy of the tall, shapely woman sitting on the bed. Her long legs were far apart. His tongue licked her pussy from top to bottom, so powerfully that she fidgeted constantly from sheer delight.

Her slack-lipped pussy drooled hot, fragrant oils into the pussy-fur around her delectable cunt. The man's tongue stiffened like a miniature version of the fat, stiff cock jutting from the open fly of his pants. His tongue circled the fragile inner lips of her cunt. Then he licked the slash of the cunt, flicking at the swollen love-button of her clit.

"Ahhhh!" she gasped, clutching the man's red head with her long slim hands. "Mike, oh, Mike, how nice you make my pussy feel!"

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