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" Yeah," I lifted her up onto the work top and sank down to my knees,"I've never done this before either," I said as I eased her panties to one side and swiped my tongue up the whole length of her slit.She was gasping and laughing, one hand on my head and the other one kneading a breast, rolling the nipple between forefinger and thumb. The aroma of her cunt was like an aphrodisiac to me, I pushed my tongue right into her and scooped out her copious juices."David, I'm coming again, oh fuck David, DAVID!"I felt her shaking with the power of her orgasm and a flood of tangy liquid filled my mouth, it seemed as if she tried to pull away, but I held her there while she spasmed again and again until finally, she managed to push me away."For fuck's sake David," she laughed and shuddered again, "You're incredible, do you know that you eat pussy like a girl."I wasn't sure about that one until I stood up and she pulled me into her arms."It means you're amazing," she said with a smile,"You taste. He doesn't comply with her wishes but keeps licking her ass getting closer to her overheated pussy. She squirms as to make his tongue move from its torturing place to where she really longs for it to be. He moves his tongue along the edge of her panty line adding yet more torture to her heated lustful wants, she sighs.Now getting back up he reaches for her arms and gently pulls her up. Taking her hands he places the handcuffs around her wrists and slowly rebuttons her blouse and guides her towards the attached garage and put her in the passenger seat. Getting in himself he starts driving to their final destination to where he spotted the day before. Conversation was very little, other then her asking where they were going no words were exchanged. Driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other playing erotically with her inner thigh... she releases many moans of pure excitement.Finally reaching the spot he longed to ravish her sexy body, he parks the car in an isolated.
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