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Erotic Photo of the Day
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Erotic Photo of the Day Her dress barely covered her ass. Mark looked at her again, pretended not to stare. Her boots went well past her knee, her heels three inches and a block of wood. She walked to the counter, ordered a grande pumpkin spice latte. She waited for the barista to make her drink, picked it up from the counter, sat down across from him. She crossed her legs, looked directly at Mark, made sure his eyes didn't miss anything. Mark saw that she seemed to have forgotten her panties at home. He got up, walked over to her table, sat down. She held his gaze as they chatted. She wanted him to fuck her. He wanted the same thing. She got up, took a napkin out of the box, wrote her address on it, left. He looked at the napkin, got in his car, followed her home. He was greeted at the door with a kiss, a hug. Her hand groped his cock. His hand went under her dress. She sat on the couch. He knelt in front of her, pushed her dress up over her hips. He saw the slice of a landing strip, let it tickle his nose. He could smell her aroma. It smelled like home. And something else. Vanilla, perhaps. She opened her legs for him, received his tongue on her clit. "Don't ever walk out on me again", she said. "I will if it leads to this", he said, "but I'm glad you're still married to me." And his tongue was inside her.  |
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the smell and taste of hot juicy sex is the most delicious in the world
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