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Sensual Phone Sex in the Kitchen

He told me that women belonged in the kitchen, so I showed him how true that was. I walked into the kitchen, undressed down to my lacy white panties, and then called him in to me. He came in talking about a sandwich and stopped short at seeing me leaning against that counter, one leg propped up on it, waiting for him to decide if he really wanted that sandwich after all. He walked over to me and started to try to kiss me, but I pushed him off a bit. Sensual phone sexI told him that if he wanted his lunch, he’d make sure that I was happy first, and I pushed gently on his shoulder. He dropped to his knees, pulled my panties aside, and buried his face in my cunt. I felt his tongue lash at my clit again and again, even as it dove and dipped into my cunt, then lapped back out and around my clit. Fingers found their way into my ass hole, and another into my pussy, as he kept licking and sucking on my clit, making my wet, juicy hole that much wetter. My muscles started to throb around his finger, and he had enough. He stood up, pulled me to him, undid his pants, and rammed himself home. He picked me up under my ass and settled me back on that counter, picking my legs up high and wide. He fucked my pussy so good, I swear that kitchen will never be the same!


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