Morning.
Bedroom, Theodore Mansion.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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Fuck!
"What is it? Should I move away?" She asked panicking, he sounded as though he was in pain.
Without responding, he grabbed her ass and pull her down onto his mouth. "Oh," Lydia gasped as her chest matched the rhythm of her husband's.
He shifted balancing himself under her before he pressed his tongue against her clit and stroked her tender nub.
She threw her head back. "No, Theodore, that feels so good but it feels like sin too," she gasped.
Theodore laughed, as he grabbed her clit as though he was eating a ripe fruit. She rocked her waist unable to still the sensation.
"Can you breathe down therreeeeeee?" she asked in a squeal.
