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He was pointing the camera at me, while his cock had got hard again. So he was turned on by this as well. Sally was just gently stroking her fingers over her clit, watching me intently, her eyes full of lust. Damn, this was good.I wanted rid of my panties now; I roughly dragged them down my legs, leaving them looped round one foot. Now my pussy was bare, and I opened my legs to give my fingers full access. This time, I pushed two fingers straight up inside my wet hole and began to frig myself properly. Slup, slup, slup they went, and I could feel my lubricating juices starting to run out all over my hand. I was starting to rock backwards and forwards, and I put my other hand on my clit, knowing that it wouldn’t take me long to come once I started to rub it.I could see my tits start to jiggle about, the pink nipples flushed with excitement. I began to rub around my clit with one hand, while the other went faster and faster up into my vagina. My fingers curved upwards and pressed. Her fingers slid along side Jayden’s labia and Carrie could not help but smile at the breathy response. “We’re almost there, sweetheart.”Teasing Jayden with gentle tugs of her lower lips, Carrie finally walked her finger up just a bit until she could grip Jayden’s clit between her finger and thumb. Carefully, Carrie squeezed and released. “Don’t stop. If you love me, you won’t stop,” Jayden begged.Her nod unseen by her lover, Carrie kept thrusting and squeezing Jayden’s clit. Suddenly, Jayden squealed in pleasure.Carrie stayed in place as Jayden’s inner muscles milked her girlcock. She changed her motion on Jayden’s clit to a gentle stroking. After a few seconds, she bit down on the back of Jayden’s neck. Like the good pet she was, Jayden shuddered and came again and again. Her orgasm rolled through her like a mighty wave.Jayden’s arms buckled and they both fell down onto the bed. Laughing, Carrie asked, “Can I stop now?”Jayden could not talk yet but she nodded vigorously. Carrie.
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