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Carla came.
Jordan pulled his long c**k out of her p***y.
Then André went at her from behind, holding Carla’s hips, c**k working fast while she took her weight on her knees and one straight arm, head bobbing as she sucked her own goo from Jordan’s d**k.
Carla heard André groan.
“f**k … p***y’s tight. I can’t get it all in,” he gasped.
Carla stopped sucking Jordan, swiveling around, creased at the waist, looking back at André.
She muttered: “It’ll fit, baby. Just keep working that thing inside me. Just keep fucking.”
Carla looked at André, saw the strain in his face, dark urges surging.
“Teach my cheating p***y a lesson,” she added.
Pleasure exploded when Carla groaned it out, mind full of how it must look for the neighbor: a mature woman in stockings and heels taking a long
