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Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Adulteress
Part: 1 of 1
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Summary:
Keywords: (MF cheating coer gangbang humil)
Language: English


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   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that responsibility.
Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  MSU (made shit
up).  It's when you're least expecting it that shit often happens...At
least that's the way it seems to me...All of us have the opportunity to
take multiple chances in life...And remember, it's always our choice that
reaps the rewards or the bitter taste of defeat...Our choice.  Choose
carefully !

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.  Any
public figures mentioned are for back ground and time line purposes only.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Adulteress

   (MF cheating coer gangbang humil)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   Start

   It really happened quite by accident.  His wife was going out of town to
visit her mother.  He was on his way to work; way late...Was in a hurry and
almost missed it.  It was his wife's car turning into the university dorm
parking lot.  It took over five seconds for the info to be processed.  He
was positive.  It was his wife !  But by then he was well beyond the far
entrance to the university parking lot.

   The day's business flashed through his mind.  Already he was clearing
his calendar.  He had no reason to really...Thirty years of marriage.  He
couldn't imagine her straying but she'd stopped taking classes several
years ago.  Greg Coulter turned north and came into the university parking
lot from the west.  He needn't have hurried.  Her friend was just getting
into his wife's car.

   Stephanie wasted no time and, as soon as Alex got into the car,
accelerated toward the exit.  Greg's car never registered in her brain as
she passed right in front of him.  He waited until a couple of cars filled
in behind Stephanie, then fell in behind them.

   He had no idea who the kid was ?  He was a mystery ?  An unknown ?  Greg
threaded his way through traffic and tried to draw a picture of the young
kid who was sitting in the front seat of his wife's car.  He was dark
skinned, not black but not too much lighter...Arab, maybe ?  His hair was
black and straight.  He was laughing and his teeth were all white against
his brown skin.

   Greg followed them on down Tropicana and on to the freeway.  They were
heading north.  Greg risked it and pulled up about a car length behind,
slid into the right lane and watched the teenager.  He appeared to be
talking.  Greg imagined the young kid saying, "...hardly wait to see you
naked, Mrs.  Coulter.  Your big white titties look impressive.  Do you like
dark meat, Stephanie ?"

   Greg had a boner growing down the leg of his slacks.  He stroked it a
bit imagining the Arab kid's hands running up under Stephanie's skirt as
she was driving.  His wife had her legs spread and the kid was fingering
her naked crotch.  Her snatch was drenched with cunt butter and she was
losing control of the car.  It was swerving all over the interstate.

   "Hoooooooooooooonnnnkk !"

   It was Greg who was wandering all over the freeway and he jerked his car
back over into his lane.  The trucker whistled by him and right up on to
his wife's ass.  Greg noticed his speed was just fifty-five.  No
wonder...Maybe the kid is really diddling her !?  He dropped back about a
half a mile and matched her speed.

   Where in the fuck can they be going ?  They were well north of town. 
Greg was lucky he was so far back as Stephanie was very vigilant when she
exited the freeway.  The resort was just north of town.  One of those local
casinos with pretty nice rooms...And so easy to get in and out of...And
they always had a room during the day.

   It was so easy now but she remembered how scared she was the first time.
She met the kid in freshman English...Foreign born...She liked Arabs,
Europeans; had never tried an African.  It always started with her helping
them with their English because she had so much free time.  It almost
always ended the same way.  Some refused but they were few and far between.
It had been almost five years now.  Number eleven and Stephanie was
counting.

   Stephanie was forty-nine.  She was proud to be attractive enough to
entice a young man.  It made her feel younger.  It put excitement into her
life.  And yes !  She needed that now that married life no longer delivered
it.  Their weekends alone, now that the boys were gone, were just
that...Weekends alone.  She needed something and found it quite by
accident.....

   .....A luncheon with a friend.  The woman's son showed up.  He brought a
friend.  Twenty-something and the friend flirted with her the entire time.
Her woman friend even noticed.  "You made quite an impression with..." She
couldn't even remember his name.  They had lunch a week later, together and
a week later they fucked at his apartment.  Stephanie preferred a hotel
room.....

   .....She was rubbing Alex's thigh.  This was their third date.  She'd
blown him in the car, in the dorm parking lot, on their first date.  It had
been a while.  She ended up in his room on the second and didn't leave
until past five p.m.  Her husband was home and she had to make up all those
nasty excuses...A first.  She must be getting lazy...Out of practice is
more like it.  Stephanie decided she'd be a little more discrete in the
future.

   Greg watched her park way in back.  Both of them appeared comfortable,
relaxed even, as they strolled towards the front entrance.  He was lucky he
parked in front.  His query wandered right by him and into the casino
entrance.  Greg left his car and sprinted toward the entrance.  He was
panting when he peeked around the corner...Nothing.  They'd disappeared. 
Greg slowly moved into the casino, trying to disappear into the crowd.

   He was in a forest of slot machines and games of chance, poker, dice and
roulette.  He'd lost them.  His imagination ran wild.  Image after image
flooded Greg's brain....They were in a room.  They were naked.  They were
fucking.  His wife's white skinned body being ravished by an alien Arab,
plunging his dark meat in and out of his wife's white upraised behind, her
screams of orgasm filling the motel room.

   Greg had to leave the casino and ended up in his car.  He adjusted his
seat way back and laid back...His wife was on her knees again.  Her
pendulous breasts were hanging down, swinging around as the Arab battered
his cock in and out of her ass.  They loved anal...He just knew it.

   He could picture her blonde hair surrounding his sparsely haired loins,
the spear of his cock pointing at her face.  Her mouth is around the head
of his dick, sucking his uncircumcised foreskin into her mouth.  His loins
were thrusting, a hand on his wife's head, holding her face to his assault.
The explosion of cum dribbled out of her mouth and down on to the sheets.
They slept.  Greg slept.

   He woke with a start as a sweat bead dribbled down his neck.  The
temperature was hovering near a hundred.  Her car was still there.  He
couldn't remember when he got here.  Fuck !  He should have noted the time.
How many times did the kid fuck her ?  He wondered if she sucked his cock ?

   Greg pictured his wife lying on the bed with her legs spread, one of her
hands in her crotch, manipulating her cunt, begging the Arab to fuck her.
The hair around her cunt wasn't anywhere near the color of the hair on her
head.  It was a dark tangle of pubic hair that rested at the juncture of
Stephanie's thighs.  He imagined the Arab kid on his knees spreading his
wife's cunt apart, licking her pussy, reaming out her ass.  His wife was
always screaming out orgasm after orgasm.

   Greg headed back into the casino and wandered about for a while.  He got
hungry and had a sandwich in one of the restaurants.  When he returned to
the parking lot, her car was gone.  He drove around aimlessly until he was
sure she'd left the casino.  Well, at that point he really wasn't sure of
anything.  His mind was in a very dense fog on the way back to 'Vegas.

   Stephanie was disappointed with Alex.  He was just a little too young,
at nineteen.  The German boy had been twenty-four.  She'd have to go
fishing again.  She got bored with the classes and now just bought coffee
in the student union at odd hours.

   The German had gone home in May and this summer had been horrible. 
Stephanie was home just ten minutes before her husband drove into the
driveway.

   "How'd your day go, honey ?" He was kissing the back of her neck.  She
wondered if he could smell Alex on her ?

  
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   Greg was positive after a month but waited until two had gone by.  He'd
narrowed her straying to the times she was supposed to be visiting her
mother.  A day trip to Santa Ana...They had flights every hour from Las
Vegas.  His work took a back seat to his spying on Stephanie.

   In two months his wife had slept with three different young men.  All
were minorities; the Arab, Greg called him...The Oriental, Greg could never
tell the difference...And today's was from some place over there.  Not
quite as dark as the Arab but not much lighter either.  Another one night
stand and this time south of town.  His wife didn't want her husband to get
wind of this.  Greg was excited she was going to such measures to avoid
detection.

   So sorry...Steph, babe...You fucked up !  Greg was on cloud nine.  He
got hard just thinking about his wife.  At home he was semi-hard whenever
she was around.  He hoped she noticed.  So sorry, Greg...She didn't.....

   .....Greg was mid-way through his fourth beer and the bar was starting
to fill up.  It was going on four-thirty.  Greg was going to wait until
five before going home.  He was sure Stephanie would be home before then.

   The man was several years older than Greg and could have sat at a number
of places along the bar but chose the seat right next to Greg.  His hair
was almost white and ended somewhere near his waist.  It was braided into a
pony tail and tied up with a colored scarf.  The man ordered a beer and
immediately lit up a cigarette.

   "Have a productive day ?"

   The question surprised Greg and he was stuck for an answer.  The man
continued.

   "See her over there ?" The man was staring at a woman about Greg's age,
maybe a little younger.

   "Yea."

   "She spent most of the morning fucking her next door neighbor.  That's
her husband but he doesn't have a clue." The man laughed.

   A few moments went by before Greg whispered.  "Aahh...How do you know
all this ?"

   The man answered right away.  "It's my job to know."

   Greg thought the guy was bordering on crazy but what he said next did
make some sense.

   "You serve any time ?  Well, it doesn't matter.  The principle is the
same.  Someone does you a wrong; pisses you off.  Doesn't matter.  Just
remember...It all evens out in a life time.  The guy who's fucking your
wife today will get his just reward before he dies...And so will your wife
for that matter.  That's what I do...Arrange for straying wives to get
their just deserts."

   Serve time ?  Was he talking about prison ?  The military ?  The guy was
ordering another round and even got one for Greg.  Greg waited until the
bartender had moved down the bar.

   "And just what do you arrange ?"

   "Anything your lil' ol' heart desires." The two of them were staring at
each other.  Their beers forgotten.  Greg looked at his watch.  It was
almost six.

   "You got to be some place ?" The man continued.

   "Yea.  I should be home by now."

   "How many times have you caught her ?"

   The question didn't surprise him and Greg answered immediately.  "Four."

   "I could be busy here for a while." The older man was staring across the
bar at the housewife with her husband.

   Greg hesitated.  Was about to tell him what he'd like arranged when the
guy spoke again.  "Same guy ?"

   Greg shook his head.  The man kept staring at the housewife.  Several
minutes went by.  Greg wasn't sure the guy saw him shake his head.  The
couple got up and left the bar.  The older man followed them all the way
with his eyes, his head on a swivel, watching them leave.

   "I got the perfect thing, man.  You'll love it.  Gotta run.  You'll
really love it, man.  No shit !" He was up and walking away.  Greg had no
idea what the guy was talking about.  Greg hadn't said a word.  The guy
turned at the door and winked at him.  Greg was freaked out !

  
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   The sun was setting as she walked toward the terminal through the
airport parking lot.  It was still very hot and she was looking forward to
a couple of days at the beach.  This trip, Stephanie was actually going to
visit her mother.  Maybe she'd try one of those bars down by the university
in Irvine ?

   She didn't notice the van parked at the end of the row until she was but
ten feet or so away.  Then it all happened so fast that the van was already
moving toward the exit at about twenty-five miles per hour before Stephanie
screamed.

   The scream was quickly cut off by the tall black teenager half lying on
top of her.  He'd come up behind her as she was starting to move around
that van.  Then the side door slid open and another black teenager came for
her.  She backed into the one who was following her and by then it was
over. The two of them were in the back with her.

   One of them was holding her head and the other was forcing a ball into
her mouth.  She could barely get her mouth open enough to get it in.  It
stopped her screaming.  One of them was leaning over her, tying her wrists
behind her.

   "We heard that you like to party, honey.  That true ?" Stephanie's eyes
were as big as half dollars as the black teenager leered over her.  He
smelled of beer.  The one who was driving said something that Stephanie
didn't catch.  The teenager sat up and leaned against the side of the van.
Stephanie cringed against the other side.  The other teenager was climbing
up front.

   Stephanie could hardly breathe around the plastic ball that had been
crammed into her mouth.  Her jaws hurt.  It was dusk and the lights from
the street flashed into the back of the van.  The black teenager in the
back was still staring at her.  She felt naked and then the thought of her
actually being naked in front of them flashed through her mind.  She
squeezed her eyes shut.

   The driving around lasted a little over an hour.  Stephanie felt that
they were doing it just to disorient her.  Her imagination speed shifted
into over drive trying to discern whether this was a random abduction or
had somebody pointed her out to them ?

  
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   Greg heard her getting out of her car.  The garage door was coming down.
Greg actually had a hardon.  It was Sunday afternoon, late.....

   .....He'd been in possession of the tape since last night.  A young
black man delivered it.  Maybe eighteen...Nineteen, he wasn't sure.  Anyway
the guy holds out the box with the tape in it.  His wife's name was written
on the label.

   The young black man told him, "The old man told me that you'd know what
to do with this." Greg took the tape from him.

   "Yes, sir.  You tell the old man that I'm taking his advice.  And thank
him for me." The black guy backed off the patio and disappeared into the
night.  Greg walked into the house and put the tape on the mail table in
the foyer.....

   .....He could hear his wife in the kitchen, getting something out of the
refrigerator.  She would walk into the den in just a few moments. 
Stephanie came into the den with a Pepsi in her hand.  Greg got out of his
chair.  His hardon was quite visible in his sweat pants.  He was wearing a
"T" shirt that had the words "Fuck Milk Got Pot" stenciled on the front.

   "How was the beach, Steph ?" She hated being called "Steph." She was
still staring at the "T" shirt.

   Like she didn't hear him, she asked.  "Where'd you get the shirt ?"

   "It came with the tape."

   "What tape ?"

   "I think you better sit down, Steph.  Maybe kneel down would be better.
My Stephie has been a naughty girl this weekend, hasn't she ?" Greg
produced a joint and fired it up.

   "What the hell is that, Greg ?"

   "It's marijuana, honey, and from what I hear you kind of like to smoke
it.  In fact, darling, I hear you smoked it all Friday night.  Didn't get
to your mothers until Saturday night.  Flight 2687 into John Wayne if I'm
not mistaken." Greg took a huge drag off the joint, held it in his lungs
and then exhaled toward Stephanie.  "Like I said, honey, why not take a few
hits.  I think you'll need it if the first few minutes of this tape are any
indication.  About a thirty second collage of your exploits.  It gets me
hard in seconds.  But that's all I've watched.  We're gonna watch the rest
together.  I hope you're hungry, Stephie."

   Stephanie actually backed away from him, like she'd been shot.  The
shock running through her was intense, causing her hands to shake.  Her
knees felt weak.  She put a hand to her mouth.  A weak sound was coming out
of her mouth.  She noticed her husband's hardon and slowly crumpled to the
ground.  Knees first...One hip...Shoulder.  Her head didn't hit the
carpeting too hard.  Greg stepped over her to pick up the phizzing Pepsi
can.  He put the can on the coffee table and went back to sit in his
chair.....

   .....It was less than fifteen minutes and Greg figured she'd been faking
it for a while.  Trying to think of a way to explain it.  Maybe the whole
fall had been faked ?  Shit !  Greg didn't know or care.  She could walk if
she wanted to...But he didn't think she would.  She was slowly getting to a
sitting position.

   "Want a couple of hits before we start ?"

   "I have to help at the club tomorrow morning.  I've been traveling all
weekend with mother.  She always wants me to drive her everywhere..."

   "Stop, Steph !" He cut her off.  "Either stay and watch or pack your
things and hit the road.  There's no doubt that it's you.  They even have a
little video of your walking down the concourse and getting on your flight.
They all waved good-bye...Well, maybe the preview was a little longer than
thirty seconds." Greg chuckled.  "Well, what will it be ?  You going or
staying ?"

   Stephanie remained where she was on the floor.  It reminded her of last
night.  She looked away from her husband.  Omigod !  They filmed it !  How
could she watch this...With her husband ?  This would be so
degrading...Like he'd actually been there.  She looked up.  Greg was
staring at her.  She looked down again.  Greg pressed play.

  
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   A large mattress filled the TV screen.  Stephanie's name appeared in the
center of the bed and then disappeared.  The sound of a door opening.  What
sounded like some black guys messing around, bullshitting.  He couldn't
tell.  The camera panned out and now he could see a doorway.  It was a king
size mattress on the bare flooring.  His wife was blindfolded and had
something stuffed in her mouth as she was shoved into the room.  She wasn't
in control of herself; tripped and fell on to the mattress.  Now the door
way was filled with a tall black guy.  Two other blacks entered after the
first.  All of them were working on their jeans; unsnapping them, tugging
them down, stepping out of them...Their tennis shoes strewn all over the
room as they worked on their jeans.

   None of them were wearing underwear and their flaccid cocks dangled
around between their legs as they struggled to get out of their pants.  One
of them was smoking a joint.  They were passing it around.  Stephanie was
struggling to a sitting position.  Greg just noticed that her hands were
tied behind her back.  Her blonde hair was a mess, all flat on one side. 
The blacks were laughing at her struggling.

   "Party time now, honey.  Hope you're hungry !" All three of them
laughed. They were now naked below the waist.  One of them was stroking his
dick.  It seemed a foot long.  Two of them pulled Stephanie up off the
mattress.  The blindfold was snatched off her head and her eyes were
blinded by the well lit room.  Her shoes were gone.  She was wearing panty
hose.....

   .....Greg started getting hard.....

   .....They were almost surrounding her.  Two of them holding an arm
apiece.  The one in the middle was the spokesperson.

   "Now this can go easy or it can go hard.  From what we've been hearing
is that you like different strokes...That true, blondie ?" Stephanie
couldn't speak if she wanted to.  She wasn't sure she did but wanted the
ball out of her mouth.  She knew what was going to replace it.  She wasn't
kidding herself.  She'd thought about having more than one...And now it was
going to happen...She just wished she was in more control.  The ball was
yanked out of her mouth.  Now a joint was thrust at her while she was
untied.  She took several huge lungs full of smoke.  Her breathing thrust
her breasts out toward a group of very interested black teenagers.

   "Wow !  Those are impressive, blondie, but what you saying, honey, easy
or hard ?"

   It was a whisper.  The blacks all smiled.  "Say it louder, blondie. 
Don't want anyone to think this is rape...Now do we boys." They all
laughed.

   "Say it, bitch."

   "Yes."

   "Well...well...I think the lady wants to suck our cocks.  Isn't that
right, blondie ?"

   Stephanie stood straight between them and said quite plainly.  "Yes,
stud, I want to suck all the cock you've got." Talking dirty always drove
them wild.

   "Let's warm her up, boys."

   The three of them closed in and began putting their hands on her body.
Her breasts were being mauled.  One of them was humping her ass with his
cock.  Her blouse was coming open, being pulled out of her skirt.  It was
on the floor and her bra soon joined it.  Several black hands grasped his
wife's white breasts.  Her areolae were aroused and very dark, her nipples
poking out of her prickly skin at least a quarter inch.....

   .....Back home...Greg had his dick out of his sweat pants and was
starting to stroke himself.....

   .....Stephanie's skirt came next and was tossed over into a corner.  Her
dark pubic triangle was clearly visible at the crotch of her light tan
pantyhose.  One of the blacks reached a hand between her legs.  One of them
was sucking on her tits and the third was stroking what must have been a
nine inch pole of muscle.

   Stephanie was gasping for air.  She continued to breathe deeply and
quickly...Made no attempt to stop the ravaging of her body.  She could feel
a hard cock against the cheeks of her ass.  It was humping her.  Fingers
were digging into her crotch.  A mouth was on her left tit and was sucking
hard.  Three on one...How could it be more erotic ?  She was being
manhandled and there was nothing she could do about it.  They were going to
fuck her.  The thought excited her.  She'd imagined what it would be like
with more than one.....

   .....Stephanie was naked except for the torn panty hose hanging from her
waist.  Her left tit had a nice red hicky covering half her areolae.  She
was on her knees.  A hand was between her legs, playing with her
pussy...Fingering her.  She was wet...Sloppy wet.  They pushed her to her
knees.

   Stephanie's head was lifted and her eyes met a large, black, one eyed
snake.  The cock appeared about half hard and was already about eight
inches or so.  The fingers in her cunt started to rotate around and
Stephanie's ass started to move with the fingers in her cunt.  The cock
head was against her lips and she leaned forward and started to suck on it.

   "Oh !  Yea !  Go for it, bitch !" One of them was grabbing her tits. 
The cock in her mouth was sliding in and out.  The fingers in her cunt were
replaced with another large, black cock.  He started ramming it in and out
of her, grabbing her hips and driving her wild.  She couldn't stop pushing
back against the very large cock in her vagina.  She was drooling around
the cock in her mouth.

   The third one was stroking his cock, waiting his turn.  He was fully
hard and eager to get a piece of the white lady.  He started egging his
buddies on as they assaulted the woman's mouth and cunt.  The guy behind
her was pulling her head back by her blonde hair.  His friend was choking
her with his dick.....

   .....Stephanie couldn't look at the T.V.  She couldn't look at her
husband, either.  He had his sweat pants down around his knees and was
stroking a hard penis, his eyes glued to the T.V.  screen.  He called to
her.

   "Stephanie, honey, why don't you crawl over here and suck my cock ?  I
got the feeling that one of these boys is going to be blowing a load of cum
on you any minute." He pulled her closer, grabbed her by the hair and
pulled her face to his crotch.  Moments later she was nibbling.  When the
first black guy pulled his cock out of her mouth on T.V., his cock shooting
spurt after spurt of semen into his wife's face; Stephanie started sucking
on her husband's cock.  On T.V.  cum was dribbling off her eyebrows.

   The one fucking her from behind pulled his cock out of her and pumped
several loads of cum on to her back, one almost reaching her shoulder.  He
staggered away from her.  Another black teenager was taking his place,
pushing his cock into his wife's upraised behind.

   Greg had his hand on the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair.
Her head was bobbing over his groin, her lips sliding up and down his slick
dick.  He'd started thrusting his hips off the couch, feet on the floor. 
Here it came.  Three, four spurts of semen blasted out the head of his
cock. His wife was gobbling it up, her lips wrapped around the head of his
cock, sucking the jizzim right out of him.

   The black teenager was just getting warmed up on the T.V.  Greg could
hear Stephanie crying out as the teenager fucked in and out of her.  She
was enjoying it.  Greg pulled her face out of his crotch, her mouth slick
with his semen.  She was licking it off her lips.

   "That was good, baby.  And there's a good two, three hours left on the
tape.  I think I'll have some friends over this weekend to watch it with
me. I'm sure they'll be excited about it." Stephanie was getting up off the
floor.  There was cum dribbling off her chin on to her blouse.

   "Well, what do you say, honey ?" Greg asked.  She was walking away from
him, thinking she just might pack her bags.  It had to be friends of his.
And some of them were married to friends of hers.  How could she face them
?

   She wondered what Greg would do if she told him she was seeing the black
teenagers again.  She was sure he would go absolutely crazy.  She decided
she was going to stay.  She turned and walked backwards toward the bedroom,
unbuttoning her blouse as she went.

   "Come on, Greg.  You might not want to share this with your friends."
She had her blouse open and pulled the cups of her bra down below her tits.
They sagged a good way and she bounced up and down on her feet.  Her tits
bounced.  The teenagers had her dance for them several times.  It turned
her on.  She was turned on now.  The hickie was prominent on her right tit.

   "You've turned me on, honey.  Come on.  I want to fuck you." Greg was
already getting off the couch.  He pulled his sweat pants off and threw
them over by the T.V.  The tape was still running.  Greg grabbed the remote
and stopped the tape.

   His wife was dropping her skirt to the floor and was naked below the
waist.  She was dancing backwards toward the bedroom.  Greg was catching
her and had a responsive cock growing in his hand.  Stephanie was smiling
while wiggling her hips back and forth.  He was hard.  She was going to get
fucked.  Yea !  She was staying.
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