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"I think I'll go shopping this afternoon," Mrs. Jones said, as she looked up at her husband. Her mouth had been wrapped around his c**k for several minutes. It was how she woke him up every morning. Some mornings he would be hard, dreaming of things to come...and some mornings he would be flaccid, exhausted from what had happened the night before. Either way, Mrs. Jones would ache for his c**k, need it to start her day. Some folks crave coffee the way Mrs. Jones craves c**k.
"Oh yeah?" Mr. Jones said with a smile as he looked down at his achingly beautiful wife. She hadn't aged a day in twenty years. In fact, she had only become more heavenly...more beautiful...more perfect in every single way. "What do you have in mind?"
"Oh, I can't be sure, really," Mrs. Jones said as she licked hi
