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"With your mouth!" Manuel grabbed her and forced her to kneel in front of him. He held her head steady while he forced his cock through her tight lips. Renee struggled, horrified. She smelled Fran's musk on the Mexican's rod. But he pushed in anyway, and the soothing feeling that always overcame Renee when she had him in her mouth was working almost instantly. She tasted the alienness of Fran's juice on Manuel, and she was surprised that it seemed pleasant. Greedily, she sucked his rod, humming, and licking the moisture off his balls. As she started to work his cock, start it swelling again, Manuel pulled it out of her mouth. |
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He turned her. "Now clean that," he commanded. Renee gasped. She was staring into Fran's tangled mat of blonde hair, at her pink pussy just starting to lose its swell, at the white liquid that seeped from it. She tried to shake her head, but Manuel grabbed her by the hair and forced her to walk on her knees until she was kneeling between Fran's spread thighs. Staring straight up, Renee could see the tip of Fran's jaw lolling open between the valley of her two smooth breasts.
Slowly her gaze traveled down the blonde girl's body, over the soft mound of stomach, to the fringe of hair that started at the top of her thighs and thickened Finally to the pale lips staring at her. Something caught the back of her head, pushed her face forward. Suddenly she was trapped against the incredibly soft meat of Fran's cunt.