The man released her n****e and allowed it to snap back into place.
He then slowly repeated the process with the other n****e.
Stacy's c**t was so swollen it felt as if it would pop out of the top of her p***y slit at any moment.
"Please go down on me, MacIntyre," Stacy said.
Her voice betrayed her extreme s****l arousal as she spoke.
It was obvious that the muscles in her throat were tight.
They were squeezing hard around her tender voice box.
Her voice was a higher pitch than normal, making the tiny blonde sound younger than she really was.
"I can't stand it anymore. I'm so f*****g hot, MacIntyre."
MacIntyre liked the way she sounded when she said it.
She was pleading, begging him to give her pleasure.
He felt as if he were in complete control of the situation.
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