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This familiar feeling of orgasm washed over me with a greater intensity causing my legs to buckle and my stomach soar like it did when you were on you... favourite rollercoaster. You looked up at me with your face covered in my bodily fluids and licked your lips. It was only then that I realised you had not even removed a stitch of clothing. As if you read my mind, you leaned over me and kissed me. I had never tasted myself but you were right, it was sweeter than I had imagined. I later found. ‘I thought we agreed to do these dishes together?’ he asked. ‘We did, but I couldn’t sleep and I thought I’d get a jump on things’ Jenni responded. ‘You may regret holding me: I’m soaked and sweaty.’ But Hank was undeterred. He leaned down to kiss Jenni’s neck. ‘And salty. A little anyway. Tastes pretty good to me. I can still smell a little perfume, too. Mmmm’ Jenni wasn’t feeling sexy, it being damp and humid, but she rose on her toes in spite of herself as Hank continued kissing her neck and. More

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