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He brought her to a crashing orgasm, reveling in the fact that the legs wrapped firmly around his head were those woman of wrestling nude his wife's. Not his boss's. Not some rich stranger. Her moans had a familiar ring to his ears. He knew exactly where to touch her, where to lick her, where to suck her. And yet, Karen's shaven lips were like an entirely new experience to him . She was more sensitive than she'd ever been before and he explored her familiar sex like a traveler returning home after many years on the road.
"Come on, we're going out," Kevin said when the redhead's body recovered.
He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. "What should I wear? Casual? Sexy?"
"Sexy. Definitely sexy!" he yelled to her. He washed his face and returned to the bedroom. Karen was standing with her back to him, facing her wardrobe. She had selected a tiny little black thong, no more than a two small triangles of lace held together by thin straps. Kevin had never seen it before, but loved it. She turned around, slipping her breasts into a matching bra, and laughed at Kevin's wide-eyed excitement. |
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