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“AAAGGGHHH…FFUCK!” she screamed, as he hammered her frothing cunt mercilessly…slurp-squelch- slurp-squelch- slurp-squelch, like a jackhammer, his balls slapping her gash as his puppy seed pulsed into his bitch’s cunt, her body shuddering strongly from his thrusts, and from her orgasm that was ripping hard through her guts. I crawled off the bed, breathing hard, Cindy’s ass farted softly. “I think that was your phone” Julie said, getting up and fetching it from the kitchen, it was another text, from Zoe, ‘are these better Coach?’, I groaned, my cock already three quarters hard from watching the girls cavorting with the dogs, was fully hard in three seconds when I opened the photo… a photo of her, bent over forward with legs halfway parted, ass in a pair of white, wet, thong swimmers, her plump little pussy mound straining on the fabric tightly with her tight cunt crease deliciously obvious, she was obviously at the pool as they were wet. There not being any girls her age there, Denise had come out to sit with me and had climbed up on my lap and snuggled back into me as we

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