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Then again, beggars couldn’t always choose the best way to take care of growing needs when they failed to go away on their own Sinking against the sleek, s, opening herself up to a full exploration

Propelling her hand across her stoers between her folds andof the way Hank aroused her, how he ain

She fingered her pussy lips, teasing the tender folds until she arched against her bent wrist She neededShe wanted penetration

Burying three digits inside her pussy, she tightened her hand around her breast, fondling herself as she went right to the brink, pushing her hand tightly against her cunt as she reached for that spot, the one guaranteed to make her rock out a steady beat

Her head rolled to the side and she moaned Her feet fell to the water with a splash and she used the as she pumped

“Oh God!” she cried out, working after her release, fucking harder and harder with two fingers, then three

Ih her head She remembered how they used to fuck her Duke was always devoted to her pleasure, taking his oeet ti Hank, on the other hand, rarely had tiood God how he made up for lost pleasures The man could screoain

She pictured the her with their affection Their hands roamed over her Their lips enticed her If Hank and Duke ith her now, she’d ask Hank to kiss her while Duke tantalized her sex He possessed a wicked mouth

She wiggled her fingers inside her channel, i inside her, bringing her to release Tossing her head back, she pursed her lips and groaned when she couldn’t come

“Da!” she exclaimed, exasperated

“Well thank God for that,” Duke said, sla the door as he entered the bathroom “Because I swear, if you’d cliht have been jealous How can a man be envious of the very woman he can’t wait to bend over and fuck?”

Julie sat abruptly,a splash when she tried to hide under the bubbles and at the same time, jerk her hand free fro herself “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know those slender fingers of yours aren’t reaching high enough to set you right” A beat later, he added, “Want some help?”

“Get out,” she said, giving him what she hoped was a stern look, rather than one he’d interpret as “coood”

“I’d rather watch the show,” he said, looking over his shoulder “What about you, Hank?”