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.. Nicole surrendered herself to Leon and Marita. Whatever they wanted, she was sure she could provide.Both of them stroked her bare body. Leon's hand cupped her cunt, squeezed it, and when he moved away, she felt the ticklish touch of Marita's fingers moving through her pussy-hair. From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Marita's cunt, wondering what it would be like to feel a hairless pussy.There was no apparent game plan from that point onward. What happened, happened.Nicole stroked her finger along the wet crack of Marita's cunt, feeling the cunt-lips grow warmer and warmer, like sticks rubbing together to start a campfire. Marita held her wrist, guiding the hand."Yes, stick your finger in me!" she moaned, straightening out the middle finger of Nicole's hand and easing it into the already- fucked opening of her cunt.She was like jelly inside, the lining of her pussy awash in sticky fuck-juices. Nicole knew what it was like to finger-fuck her own cunt, she just hadn't ever. I ran my fingers across my hairless pubes and slid into my middle finger into my vagina, which felt warm, moist, and welcoming.I looked across to my left and saw a man leave the park area where the c***dren were playing and yes, oh! my fucking god! he was walking towards me.Grabbing my blouse I half run and stumbled down to my skirt, stocking, knickers and blazer and started to pull my knickers on.Raising my bum to ease the elastic over I suddenly stopped and finished up with them half on and the knicker elastic half was over my bum.My heart was pounding as he was closing the distance and now looking directly at me. I sat there rooted to the spot and looking down I could clearly see my breasts heaving and the pinkiness of my nipples exposed with each exhale of my breath.He stopped downhill and was looking up at me, in my underwear, and I was sure he could see my knickers were not all the way up as they were bunched tightly at the top of my thighs.He looked casually around and seeing.
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