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She collected sperm with her finger and sent it to her mouth, licking fingers relish.
I very much regretted that I didn’t cum in her mouth, before this was out of the question.
Meanwhile, Mahmed did not subside, my wife’s chest was walking under my eggs, tickling them and arousing me again.

Everything was dry in my throat, and I decided to open a bottle of mineral water.
As soon as I got out of bed, my wife pulled Makhmed’s hand toward her.
He lay on her all over, putting his hands under the ass.
Julia was walking with her thin, naughty fingers in his curly hair.
While I was drinking water, like a camel at a watering place, my constrictor was approaching another orgasm.
She grabbed Makhmed by the buttocks, trying to crawl under him, and sit down on his penis as deeply as possible.
Her hands crushed and scratched his flesh.
Julia grinned tightly compressed white teeth and threw back her head, aspirated in convulsions.
It seemed to be like a battery, ready to charge and discharge today to infinity.
She herself did not notice how, having bent, she stuck her nameless and index fingers into Makhmed’s anus.
He abruptly changed the movement, and it was not clear whether he was trying to shove his dick into my wife, or put toli on her fingers.
A minute later, moving away from the orgasm a bit, Julia continued to massage his anus, from which the Arab began to wag her ass like a Maritime boat, drilling my wife’s pussy.
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