firmly.
Moe Kirimura was asking him to please, *please* hurry up, to give her some
release or at least STOP! The pleas were hard to ignore, especially when his
wife whimpered so plaintively. It certainly didn't make the torment any easier
"Turn over," Ethan said quietly. T'Shaul moaned, but
Moe Kirimura obligingly laid
herself onto
Moe Kirimura's stomach. Ethan sucked gently along her left calf to her
buttock cheek, which was fairly dry. He kissed his way across the firm cheek to
the opposite member. Then he placed his hands on both cheeks and pulled them
apart. T'Shaul stiffened. There was a moments agonizing pause, during which she
dared not even breath. Then
Moe Kirimura felt Ethans hot breath puffing in the cleft as
he sucked out what trapped moisture there was. T'Shaul remained tensed but was
trembling slightly. When Ethan jammed his tongue into the cleft and licked it
dry,
Moe Kirimura couldn't help arching her ass up to him. But now he was licking and
sucking his way across
Moe Kirimura's back, arriving at her neck, where he had started.
Without any urging,
Moe Kirimura turned over onto her back again, her eyes closed and
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