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Now I took my shuttle cork ball and thrown it to the open passage from downstairs. And I ran to her house and knocked the door she asked from my insid... who is that and as if I’m unknowingly doing, I ran to terrace staircase and from there I peeped into passage and said aunty it’s me. My god what a sight it was. My black beauty was in her birthday suit with white soap foam everywhere. I thanked god for such a beautiful creature on earth. I my eyes got stuck with her boobs, no words on its size,. She arched up offering more of herself to me, inviting me to take more of her. She feels my heavy weight on top of her, pinning her arms to her sides with my legs so She can't struggle. I force her legs wide apart. She feels more exposed than She ever has, and still She can't help but feel herself growing damp between her thighs. She prayed that I wouldn't notice, part of her knew that I would. My hands sliding over her skin; kneading her thighs and stomach roughly She was certain there would. More

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