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he groanedFuck  Not again

she rocked forward off the arm towards him
                                               they were sitting on the couchhe was rubbing her legs her feet

    her feet
                    somehow
she turned him into a foot fetishist it gets easier to say over time  hadntever attracted him before
                                                                                                  What’s up, babe?

Cant people  just   say

AGT?

Ja
    You know it

I’m afraid I do. When I tune in you tune out sit beside me reading, utterly oblivious to what I’m watching, listening to.

Obviously not porn
                    she laughed the marvelous merriment  deepdimples going off complimenting her gay musical hahas  No. Not porn.
             she saw the earnest expression in his face
Yawanna try?

    I shoud
You should. 
              I’ll cross my fingers for you.

Wha was it again

A.  G.  T.

Say it  it sounds like someone gaggin on a deepthrust cock
                                                                   she cocked her head aside  It does.
Agt
       Imagining gaggin on my own cock
That’d be a trick.

Ya think

That’s my trick.

It is

she pushed her heel into his crotch
                                      Arya kiddin’ me? This banter’s making you hard?
You kiddin me kiddo
                      You walk past meyour presence  your scent    your vibe turns me on
You’re crazy.

                  Anything forthcummin . .
. . Caught tha
Let me finish . . .


Four cumming.
                   I’m gonna turn you inside out.
Until you spit it out.
A G T

That’s my boy.

Porn

Please.
          I can’t think right now.  she gently kneaded  his cock  she was distracting him  cockwondering
Phew
        A G  T

A Goodly Threesome  Think Threes Company
                                                    Methinks
Againstan between Giant Tits
                                 Methinks

Agonising  Growing   Trouble in my pants

That’s enough that’s enough, I’m getting hot.

Please
          Ive no idea  Give it to me

she pulled her legs awayknelt beside himunbuttoning her blouse
                                                                                    breathless  A G T. America’s Got Talent.
    Whas tha . . .

                        he was focusing
  
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