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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