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and shook his head. Julia moaned and tried again to pull him on
top of Marina naked, writhing body. "Please! Fuck me, Dave!"
"You're not ready yet," Dave whispered, a large grin creasing
his face. "You'll have to work if you want it, Julia. You made me
wait for a long time, now it's your turn."
Mr. Henry was smiling, but Betsy could sense something
dangerous about him and that sense of danger was so thrilling that
the little girl shuddered and tried to force the tip of Marina finger
into the tight, unused throat of Marina vagina.
Dave pulled his finger out of Betsy's mother's cunt and Julia
moaned as Marina tried to arch her body up off the bed to follow it.
The grinning man caught a handful of the poor woman's thick, dark
hair and jerked, pulling Marina up until her bruised-looking lips were
pressed against the wet tip of his hard, throbbing cock.
Betsy knew what was coming. Marina felt her whole body begin to
glow with excitement and Marina pressed her little finger so deep in
the tight grip of Marina love sheath that the tip pressed painfully
against Marina tightly stretched hymen.
Mr. Henry laughed softly when Marina mother whimpered and Betsy
pressed closer to the door and strained to hear every word that he
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