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When she took her lips away she sat up with her hands on his chest and started fucking up and down his cock slowly grinding against him once in a whil.... She would lean down kissing him and her hips never stopped moving on his cock. Then she would rise back up until she was sitting upright and fuck his cock the whole length of it. She did that for about ten minutes and then moved her feet up until she was standing on them as she rode his cock like that. She was really slamming herself down on. “See you soon, Uncle Jeff,” she said provocatively as she turned and started to walk towards her brother’s car. She turned and looked back at me with that devilish glint in her eye again. “I’m looking forward to seeing those pictures you took.” Frozen in my spot as I watched her slide her firm young body into the car, I simply nodded. Fuck! What was it about this kid, I thought as they drove away. She either had a severe case of hot pants or was the best cockteaser in the world. At this point,. More

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