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"Turn around for me." Stacy did as she was told. Torrie bent down right behind Stacy. She grabbed the waistband of Stacy's panties and pulled them down. Stacy stepped out of them and spread her legs slightly. "Bend down for me, I wanna get a better look at your pussy," Torrie commanded. Stacy bent over on the couch. Her dripping hole was only inches from Torrie's face. Torrie leaned in and kissed Stacy's right cheek, and then the left. "Stop teasing me," Stacy pleaded. Torrie ran her left hand up and down Stacy's moist coral lips. Stacy began to thrust her body back toward Torrie's hand. "It's not my hand that you wanna feel is it?" Torrie asked, "It's my tongue isn't it? Tell me, tell me that you wanna feel my tongue."
"God I need your tongue, I need it now." "Tell me how much, tell me now!" "Mmmmmm, I need it, I need it now, I need it really really bad!" Torrie began licking up and down Stacy's slit as her hand explored Stacy's tight rear entrance. Stacy moaned in pleasure as Torrie's tongue plunged deeper and deeper into her womanhood. Torrie paused as she rolled Stacy over and pushed her legs back. Torrie continued her oral attack on Stacy's velvet channel as her hand continuously stimulated Stacy's clit. As Torrie sped up, Stacy began to grind her pelvis against Torrie's beautiful face. Stacy's moans grew louder and louder as Torrie's tongue worked faster and faster. Torrie buried two fingers into Stacy's dripping cunt as her tongue went to work on her exposed clit. Stacy's panting simultaneously got faster along with Torrie's strokes into her warm pussy. Torrie double-clicked Stacy's mouse mercilessly as Stacy's hands grabbed Torrie's head and tried to force it deeper inside her.