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It was an obscene bikini: three tiny triangles and some string.
Carla checked the look in the mirror, turning this way and that, excitement a thrill, p***y flaring.
The thong bisected the cheeks of her ass, landing-strip covered—just.
“God, it looks fantastic,” she breathed.
Carla was ready for s*x despite hours of f*****g and sucking long black dicks
She needed more.
Needed it soon.
It was her body’s usual reaction after two weeks of enforced abstinence when her husband was home.
The previous night had been debauchery, cheating s*x in the marital bed after sucking their c***s in the living room.
The boys, two fine physical examples of youth and stamina had f****d into Carla in every position she asked for: doggy, missionary, Carla riding one while she sucked the other one de
