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She started pulling my hair and I understood her signal, so I stood up and started kissing her again.After some time her greed for chocolate started again and she told me to let her sit so she can lick my chocolate coated dick, I advised her to remove her pants and her panty so that they didn’t became dirty with the chocolate as some chocolate from my dick was already on her pants, to my surprise she agreed. She quickly removed her pant and panties and wow, that beautiful pink virgin heaven was right in front of my eyes, I was out of my senses by looking at it, but a push broke my concentration I fell of the bed and she was about to take my chocolaty dick in her mouth, but I interrupted her, she shouted “Now what”. I told her to come over from the other side in 69 position and suck me from there. She obeyed.I took the residual chocolate from the vessel and applied it on her pink virgin wonder, she stated sucking my dick and was moaning slightly in between, I started squeezing her. I placed my hands on the small of her back. A moment later, I separated my hands. One hand now was squarely on the back of her chest and the other holding her buttocks. She squinted in the sunlight. I could feel the head of my penis now outside of the top part of my bathing suit, the nylon cord strangling it. Julie righted herself and breast-stroked a few yards away. She immersed herself and I could see her swimming towards me, then feel her between my open legs. She emerged a few yards behind me. She turned and told me it was my turn. I dove and quickly found myself nearly between her legs. Though blurred, I could see her approaching thighs and the black crotch of her bathing suit. I slowed and turned upside down and my face brushed against her pussy. I broke the surface on the other side and stated that it was her turn again. She again dove beneath the water. It took her longer to reach me this time though. When she emerged she held her hand out. I grabbed her hand and she pulled.
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His reply came out in a low whisper from the back of his throat."Yes ma'am."He faced forward again and bent slowly from the waist. Resting on his elbows, he obediently gripped the far side of the desk. She watched with extreme pleasure as his khaki pants were pulled tight across his firm young ass by the motion. It took her a moment to realize that he was looking back over his shoulder at her. She tore her eyes away from his offered backside and smiled at him slyly. He'd caught her staring. In other circumstances, that would have embarrassed her. Not now. In this moment, as his strict disciplinarian, she felt no shame, made no apologies. Only demands."Arch your back, Thorton." She held out the paddle and rested its long, broad edge against his butt. "Get it higher." He blushed even harder, but did as he was told. She could see the muscles knotting in his broad shoulders as he put more weight on his arms, raising his ass up high for her. She drew the paddle far back, poised to.

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