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Milk Time with the Husband
Francine was dejected and tired. The client presentation meeting didn't go as well as she'd hoped. She walked to her car and slumped in the front seat, taking a few moments to let out a long sigh. I don't even want to think about today. She threw the stick into drive and headed out the parking garage.
The Destination Wedding Blowjob
There we were on the Isle of Wight, slow-dancing in each other's arms at his wedding reception. We hadn't seen each other since college, and judging by how his hands slithered from my curvy hips to my curvier derrière, he was still elated to see me after ages.