Tim

by Mandurah

Chapter 1 - Meeting Fiona

The story is fiction. "Kurlinin" in Western Australia is fictional; other locations are real!

G'Day, my name is Tim. I am your average-looking Aussie bloke, living in the town of Kurlinin in the southwest and south of the state capital of Perth. I'm not married, but in my time, I have enjoyed both long and short-term relationships.

However, nothing permanent since January this year. I am certainly not what you would call a Don Juan. Rugged looks, maybe. Like’s a beer and enjoys cricket and footy. I have a part-time job at one of the Primary Schools in town as a gardener and odd job man. I started working there in May 2017, which is late Autumn for us. Working at a school means you must have a working with children card. I have no problem with this, as it allows the Police and the state government agencies to make sure you are of good character, do not have a criminal history, and are no threat to the children.

Each day, I would see mainly young parents bring their children to school, and at this time of year, the weather has started to get cold. So the yummy mummies are covered up, wearing trousers, a jumper, and possibly a coat. I was looking forward to late spring and summer when they would show off their legs in their tiny shorts or mini skirts that were almost covering something and get to see what size boobs they had in their tight-fitting tops. Yes, I like the female form! I enjoy looking at it, but best of all, I like playing with it. So tender and delicate. Yummy.

But that’s six months away. All I had, for now, was my imagination of what they would look like come spring.

During my workday, particularly at school drop-off between 8.15 - 8.40 am and again at pick-up from 2.50 pm onwards, I would always work near one of the school entrances.

With me being new, several of the yummy mummies would come and say hello, have a bit of a chat, and wish me a good day. That is how I met Fiona. We would bump into each other (not literally). Say hello and chat about bits of nothing, making polite conversation with one another. Fiona is not what you would call a 'stunner' with her looks, but I was drawn to her; something was appealing about her.

Over time, our conversations began to last a little longer. I asked more questions about her and her family and found it amazing what you can find out if you ask the right questions.

I discovered that Fiona was a Mum of five, with two children who went to this school (which I had already noted), but had three adult children from her first marriage.

Today, our chat lasted longer than usual. Fiona delved into her background and told me more about herself. Originally from South Australia. She was married at eighteen, with her first child born six months later. By the time she was twenty-two, she had three children. Three months after the birth of her third child, she found her husband had cheated on her, resulting in them splitting up and later getting a divorce.

A few years later, she married Michael. As this was Michael's first marriage, he was looking to have children of their own. Their first baby was born in 2005, then another in 2007. Her three eldest children spent time between their father and her.

In 2016, Michael and Fiona moved to Western Australia with their two young children, settling in Kurlinin. Fiona's eldest children were now adults, being 26, 24, and 22, remaining in Adelaide.

As Fiona turned to leave, she stumbled. Instinctively, I reached out to stop her from falling, and as I did so, our faces became so close I thought of moving in to kiss her, but I quickly regained control of my senses and stopped, as I did not want to risk losing my job.

Fiona was a milf, although maybe a little older than I initially thought, but still a milf, and I thought she might be pretty high maintenance, as she drove a top-of-the-range Toyota Land-cruiser. Maybe it is just a feeling. Who knows? But I am sure I will find out!

Fiona told me she has her own business, which she runs from home, and does not socialize very much. Running the business and looking after her home and family takes most of her time, particularly on weekends when she runs a Mum's taxi service for her daughter and son.

We continued to see each other two or three times per week, not discussing anything special, but I did enjoy our quick little get-togethers, hoping for more.

During the coming school holidays in July, Fiona and Michael had planned a camping trip for the family, visiting Carnarvon, Coral Bay, and Exmouth and enjoying the warmth of the north.

School holidays for me were sitting at home, drinking beer, and watching my beloved West Coast Eagles footy team, hoping they would perform better than last season.

Term three was uneventful as it runs through winter, so I went home wet often, even when I wore my wet weather gear. I did not see many of my yummy mummies as it was a quick drop-off for the kids, sometimes without the parents even getting out of the car, but they did watch their child pass into the school grounds, which is the least they should have done.

Term 4 started along with the fine weather, and at last, out came the short skirts, very short shorts, and every day I got an eye full of long legs and tight tops, showing off their nice-sized boobs.

Fiona made her usual appearance that first day of the new term, and we immediately started our morning chat again. I was happy to see her.

I was astounded by what she told me next. It was a pretty intimate revelation, and I was unclear why she revealed what she did. Her husband had not made love to her since Christmas, which was almost ten months ago. Fiona put it down to him being obese.

Our flirting had just gone to a whole new level. And yes, we were flirting by now. Knowing Fiona had her own business, and as I had the next day off. I asked if she was free to go for a coffee at the local shopping centre. Fiona was a little reluctant at first, but my rugged charm won her over, and she accepted. (I wanted to find out how far she was willing to go). I was on cloud nine, and I could not get this married milf out of my mind, never mind the younger yummy mummies with their almost covering something mini skirts. I admit I do enjoy looking at their legs.

Wednesday soon arrived, and as the days were warmer, I dressed casually in a pair of stubbies, a singlet top, and thongs, hoping Fiona would be dressed casually, revealing more flesh. I set off to meet her at 9.30 as we had agreed.

Fiona arrived in long trousers, a coat, and expensive-looking boots, which was disappointing. A smile emerged on her face as she saw me. I smiled back despite not seeing much flesh. But I did like what I saw of her.

Coffee and cake were ordered. We took a table so we could have a chat. I knew what I wanted, and I believed Fiona wanted it too. But she was still playing hard to get. I’m not someone who messes about. I go straight for what I want, and I am sure Fiona did too, based on what we had been talking about months earlier. I moved my hand across the table to try and hold her hand, and Fiona pulled back. I thought fuck this, and came straight to the point, "Can we go back to your place and have sex," I asked? Fiona, shocked, got up and left. As she left, she looked back and called out, “You're a drongo, Tim. A fucking drongo." Now I was pissed off, but I was to blame. I had come out expecting to get laid, but it didn’t happen. I had rushed things, wanting to get into her panties on the first date.

I went home randy as hell. I had the rest of the day to get through but planned to go out later that evening to one of the local pubs to see if I could pull a Sheila that I could root tonight. Kurlinin has about eight pubs, but they are not well known for pulling sexy milf's out on the prowl, particularly on a Wednesday night. I decided to go to Murphys, an Irish pub and probably the town's best. Later that evening, I dressed in my best pair of jeans a good shirt and called a taxi. (I do not drink and drive) I was looking for a Sheila to pick up and bring back to my place, but after a frustrating night of drinking too much, I didn’t pull a Sheila. Feeling frustrated and not wanting to waste any more time and money, I went home, watched porn, and jerked off.

I didn’t see Fiona for the rest of the week, and she was clearly avoiding me after our coffee shop incident.

It was not until Thursday the following week that I saw Fiona. She turned her head away when she saw me, but I thought I saw a smile begin to appear on her face as she did. I wanted to apologise for being so blunt when we met for coffee, so I approached her, and unreservedly apologised, and asked if we could start again. Thankfully, she agreed, so I asked, 'What about tomorrow? I can take the day off, and we can meet again and hopefully achieve a better outcome."

"Yes," she said, "but let's change the location."

"No problem," I replied.

We agreed to meet on Friday morning at the Shell Roadhouse on the Southwest highway, ten minutes out of town for Fiona and 30 minutes for me. I arrived early so I could watch out for her. As she pulls into the car park at 9.30 am, I go out to meet her. Fiona comes over and plants a big sloppy kiss on my lips. Whoa, am I surprised at that welcome? It was not what I was expecting, but I'm happy it started that way.

We go inside, order our coffee and get a table. Fiona tells me why she had to create a scene last week. Two other mums, who she knew, were in the coffee shop at the same time and were looking at us questioningly, with like. What's going on? Both are stickybeaks (interfering busybody). The following day, one of them caught up with her and asked Fiona why she had been there with me. Fiona told her she was asking if I wanted any extra gardening work. The other mother accepted that excuse.

"If they had not been there, I would have gladly gone back with you to my place to fuck your brains out,” Fiona stated emphatically.

“Then why are we still here?" With that, we got up and drove back to Fiona's house. Fiona told me that when we got there, to park alongside her in the lower-level garage.

Wow, what a place, a lower-level garage with two stories above that. We walk up the steps from the garage into a massive country-style kitchen overlooking the back garden with a below-ground swimming pool.

As we arrived in the kitchen, Fiona pushed me against the wall, put her hands in my hair, and started to kiss me passionately on the lips. Months of frustration were ready to explode. Her tongue was fighting to get in my mouth. Once in, she pushed her tongue further and further down my throat. What a surprise this was. Fiona broke our kiss to pull off my shirt. She rubbed her hands all over my chest, then bent down and took my right nipple into her mouth.

Fiona bit hard, sending an electric shock down to my cock, which was already standing to attention. She did the same with my other nipple. My cock was like a tree growing towards the sun., straining to push through the top of my shorts. I thought this woman knew what she wanted and goes out and gets it.

Now, it was my turn. I lifted Fiona's shirt over her head and removed her bra. Her small 32b tits came into view. I have seen high school girls walking down the street with tits larger than these, but I’m not complaining.

I soon found her hard nipples, which are one of the most sensitive parts of her erogenous zones, as I was about to find out.

I turned her around so her back was against the wall, and then I took her already rock-hard nipples between my finger and thumb, gently rolling and squeezing them. I pulled on them, extending them away from her breasts.

Fiona just went off!

Squirming around with her back against the wall. I couldn’t continue kissing her with all the thrashing about she was doing. Fiona was going off like a two-bob watch, grinding her hip into my crotch, rubbing her knee on my hard cock. I could already feel the pre-cum seeping out from my cock, making it stick to my jocks. Fiona had me as hard as I could get. She told me to squeeze her nipples harder. Fiona was squealing in delight, telling me how good it felt. I applied more pressure, which led to more moaning and grunting.

”Oh, Tim, please don’t stop.” She shouted. “Oh, please keep doing that. Give me more, I want more.”

Fiona was heading towards her first orgasm, with me simply playing with her nipples, pulling them away from her body, making her moan louder, taking her higher towards her climax. I could feel her start to shudder as her orgasm built inside of her. Building! Building from deep within, this was going to be one massive orgasm. Fiona let out an almighty scream. Shuddering violently, her legs became weak, and losing control as she started to slump to the floor. I caught her as she was falling and asked. "Where is the bedroom?”

"Up the stairs, the last door at the end of the corridor,'' she replied. I picked her up, carried her to her bedroom, and placed her on the bed.

I let her legs hang over the edge. I desperately wanted to taste her pussy. There was a wet patch at her crotch seeping through her jeans. I undid the buttons and slid them off. Her panties were soaked, and I could smell her sexual arousal coming through them. The smell was permeating through the air, an aroma of raw sexual arousal. Fiona must have had one hell of an orgasm. What a wild woman she is, I thought.

I took off her panties and placed my closed lips and nose into her pubic bush, rubbing my face all over her map of Tasmania. This is a great feeling, and I kept going like this for a while. I was in heaven, enjoying her strong aroma. Her labia lips were already engorged. I went down further, extending my tongue to the bottom of her pussy, making long sweeping strokes up and down. Fiona's pussy was cum juice heaven. She was the wettest woman I have been down on, and I could not believe how wet she was.

I stuck my tongue up her hot wet cunt, pushing her juicy lips aside, exposing her soft pink inner flesh. Her insides were glowing with the sweet nectar of her pussy.

I licked inside her pussy, trying to get to her vaginal opening. Fiona grabbed my head, holding it to her cunt, as I licked away at her slick wet opening.

She was howling with pleasure. “Tim, give me more, more Tim. Yes, yes!”She squealed.

I hardened my tongue and used it to fuck her cunt. My tongue, going in and out, like a mini dick fucking her. On and on I went, tongue fucking her. Fiona had started to build towards another orgasm. I quickly pushed her over the edge by licking her clit, and putting two fingers inside her. She just exploded, expelling more cum juice onto my face. I did not let up. I just kept fingering fucking her as I licked her clit more and more.

In the end, Fiona lost control. I could no longer make contact with her pussy as she was writhing around the bed like a cut snake. She was in the throes of a major orgasm. I stopped to watch the show. It was good to watch, knowing that I had caused this. It took her a long time to calm down.

I let her be so she could recover, knowing that when she did, it was my turn. My hard-as-steel cock just wanted to get up that pussy, and fuck her. Fuck her brains out. Just then, her phone rang. We ignored it and let it go to the message bank. I had removed my jocks as the phone rang again. Fiona checked the phone and said she had to take the call, as it was from one of her clients. Fiona, although still a little breathless, had mainly recovered.

The client is a good friend of her husband’s and the president of the golf club where they played each weekend. Fiona took the call, and the news was not good for our sexual tryst. Frank (the client) had called her husband Micheal to complain about the ‘workmanship’ of the jobs carried out at his home. The Tradies were installing new electric-controlled blinds, and there were problems with the installation. Michael told Frank to call Fiona. That it was her business, and he could not leave the bank that he managed to come and see him. Frank had made the call that ended our hot encounter. Fiona told him she would be there shortly, explaining she just needed to tidy up and be on her way. The tidy-up involved a quick shower to clean off the sweat and girly cum from her pussy.

She apologised, stating that she must go, but could we meet up again next Wednesday if that was okay with me? She knew it was my day off.

We could not get together on the weekend due to other commitments she already had in place. Besides, I play cricket on the weekend, and the new season has just started.

I told her no problem. I would love to continue and would be at her house the following Wednesday at 9.00 am so we could carry on. We kissed and left the house in separate cars, going our own way.

Reflecting over the morning's action, sure, I didn’t get to stick my dick in her, but wow, did she have some big orgasms. Was that because her husband had not touched her for ten months? Or was she just so highly sexed and horny, with extra sensitive erogenous zones? Or a combination of both? I couldn’t wait until next Wednesday to find out which one.

If I were a betting man, I would say that she is just wild and loves fucking.

Chapter 2 - Tim and Fiona

After Friday morning’s romp with Fiona, I felt pretty happy, even though I didn’t get my cock up her, I’m certain I will next Wednesday.

I looked forward to playing cricket this weekend after last week’s defeat. Despite the loss, the team was in high spirits, with lots of confidence. We were all positive we would bounce back and win the game. However, that was not to be. We played like a second eleven, nowhere near the standard we should have been, getting beaten badly. The captain singled me out for criticism, as I had a bad game. As the wicketkeeper, you are expected to take all the catches that come your way. Then, when it is your turn to bat (as a middle-order batsman), score plenty of runs. I dropped three catches, two of them so simple a baby should have taken them, and I only made a total of twenty-seven runs over the two innings.

My mind didn’t seem to be on the game. My concentration and focus were off. They kept drifting away to the coming week and what it hopefully held for me. Apart from the skipper tearing a strip off me in the sheds, I copped a lot of stick from my teammates at the traditional after-match BBQ. We always have one after the first home matches of the season. There were plenty of references to me playing poorly, along the lines of. “A bloody Pom could have played better than that.”

Monday morning, and it was back to school. I start at 7.00 am, with the office staff, starting at 7.30 am.

Roxanne is one of the receptionists who arrives early for the 7.30 am start. She is a great-looking woman and about ten years younger than me at 32. She is 160cm tall, weighing around 60kg. When I first saw her, I thought she must have 34 or 36-sized breasts, but when I got to know her more, I would definitely say they are a well-shaped 36. Her legs are gorgeous, with well-muscled calves and thighs. Her arse looks so firm and complements her well-toned legs. I would describe Roxanne as every man's dream, with, I guess, a 36-26-36 hour-glass figure. To me, she has the body of a model.

A good catch, if you could land her, but she was out of my league.

Roxanne is a big-time flirt! She has a great body and knows it. Flaunting as much as she can, playing up to all the male members of staff. Her short skirts or dresses barely cover the globes of her arse. You would like to be standing behind her when she bends over so you could cop an eyeful of pantie-covered arse, and given half a chance, I would be up her like a rat up a drain pipe.

Roxanne had recently turned her attention towards me in a big way. Maybe she thought I was an easy target, working outside with no students around, not having to worry too much about who was looking.

The increase in flirting had started at the beginning of this term. I have no idea why, but I thought maybe I had a chance of getting into her panties after all.

It had all started innocently, a smile here, a wink there as she would pass me each day. I ignored what she was doing. Nah, no way would I get my cock up her, it's not worth the effort of the chase. But she kept up with the same routine each day, every day.

Back at work on Monday, my mind was not focused on the job. I was reflecting on our disastrous game of cricket on the weekend but also looking forward to fucking Fiona on Wednesday when Roxanne, in a super short skirt, came by and surprised me with her comment. “Did you fuck a pussy over the weekend, Tim?” As I look at her, she bends slightly forward. I could see up her skirt her g-string was stuck in the crack of her arse, but what an arse, firm and supple. I knew I would love to squeeze that. And wow, those great legs.

I am so conflicted. Roxanne is not married, or I should say. I believe she’s not married as I don’t see any rings on her left-hand ring finger. But I have seen her being dropped off at school by a bloke driving her car, so I guess they must live together.

I decide to talk to Roxanne during her coffee break in the staff room when only the two of us are around.

"Okay, Roxanne. What’s going on with all the flirting? You can only push a bloke so far, and if you push too far, you may not like the consequences,” I said.

"I just wanted to push your buttons, Tim, see how far you would go," Roxanne replied.

"Yeah, well, my buttons have been pushed too far. How about we arrange for a one-night stand? Where we can fuck each other's brains out. Time to put up or shut up." Blunt and to the point, no tact, no finesse.

Roxanne said nothing and started to leave the staff room when I called out, "The offer will always be on the table. Let me know when you want to take it up." I did want her to take it up. I wanted to fuck her.

At the end of the school day, the two stickybeak mums turn up, coming to see me. They now want my side of the story. Why was I having coffee with Fiona? I told them it had nothing to do with them. I would have liked to have told them to do something useful, like, go home and fuck their hubby, but I thought that was too dangerous and could lead me to lose my job. What is it with women today?

The next day, Fiona catches up with me, clearing up a few details for our get-together. She tells me we can only have a maximum of four hours together from nine until one. Fiona has a client appointment just after lunch, so we must keep our time in check. She tells me the garage door will be open and to park my ute in there. Then she said, “After you arrive, please close the garage door and come upstairs. I will be waiting for you, hot and ready.”

All too slowly, Wednesday morning arrived. I am looking forward to today's lustful activity with Fiona. I shower, shave, apply plenty of cologne, and wear decent clothes.

I arrive at Fiona's house at 9.00 am, park, and close the garage door. Up the stairs in a flash. Getting into the kitchen, no Fiona. I call out to find out where she may be. “Tim, I’m in the bedroom. Come on up.” Quickly, I went up the stairs, and as I entered the bedroom, I saw Fiona naked on the bed! Longingly, I admire her body. Soon to be my toy, to play with, to devour, to taste, to fuck!

I quickly remove my clothes and join Fiona on the bed. I plan to start nice and slow, caressing her body, teasing her, and building the intensity towards her inevitable orgasm.

Sitting on the bed with my back up against the headboard, I beckon Fiona to come and join me. Asking her to place her back against my chest, I get her to sit between my wide-open legs.

Fiona moves up the bed to get into the position I have asked of her. She tilts her head back so our lips can meet for the first time today. As we are kissing, we explore each other's mouths, enjoying the sensations of our tongues entwining, enjoying a long, passionate kiss. I move my hands to her tits, and I take hold of her hard nipples, the size of a cherry stone. Knowing what turns her on, I roll and squeeze the already hard bud. Fiona lets out a series of low moans. “Oh, Tim, I like your hands on my breasts. Don't stop, please don't stop, please pull my nipples harder."

I squeeze harder. Fiona responds with her moans, getting louder, and gyrates her hips on the bed, pushing back hard on my cock. I move my left hand down to her pubic hair while still pulling on her right nipple, pulling it away from her body.

Her moaning continues. “Tim, please make me cum.” I increase the pressure on her nipple as I kiss down the side of her neck, kissing my way to where her neck meets her shoulder. I kiss along this tender area, placing small bites on her neck and shoulder. At the same time, I’m rubbing her pussy.

Her moaning turns to heavy panting. My hand is now searching for her little pearl hiding under her hood. I find her beautiful tender nub, rubbing my finger over it, bringing Fiona ever closer to her climax, “Ooooohhhh, that feels so good. Please keep doing that." Fiona places her hand over mine, increasing the pressure of my hand on her shiny clit.

Her orgasm is Building! Building from deep inside of her abdomen, ever closer, she raises her hips off the bed, wanting to get more sensation from my finger as I rub over her clit.

Her pussy is flowing with girly juice all over my hand. The aroma coming from her pussy is enchanting, filling my nostrils with a strong, pungent smell. I search for her opening, still pulling on her nipple and biting her neck. I find the entrance to her soaked pussy. Her orgasm almost upon her, Fiona starts to close her legs, but I quickly wrap my ankles around hers and force her legs wide apart. I put a finger in her pussy while I rub her clit with my thumb. Fiona screams.

'Tim, I’m coming, I’m coming,' she starts to shriek as her orgasm washes over her, coating my hand in her silky cum juice.

We lie on the bed together, recovering, the room smelling of sex, her musky scent permeating the air.

It does not take long for Fiona to recover, and soon looking for more action. Pre-cum covers the tip of my cock. Fiona licks it, then runs her tongue on the underside of my cock, licking at the sensitive heart. This feels so good. Licking her way back to the top of my shaft, Fiona takes my; bulging circumcised cock into her mouth. This is a beautiful sensation. I grasp her head, holding her while she sucks my cock.

While still sucking on me, Fiona's hand reaches under the pillow to find a rope she has placed there.

She passes the rope under my ball sack, around, and over the top of my cock, 'encircling it.’ Fiona winds the rope around a few more times. On the third pass, she runs the rope over the top of my balls, encircling them, trapping them. With each wrap around my balls, the rope tightens, and then Fiona ties the rope off.

My cock swells, the veins stick out, my circumcised head bulges and begins to turn purple due to the restricted blood flow.

My balls are aching. Fiona has my cock and balls tied up.

She changes the play, holding my cock in her left hand, pressing it hard against my stomach. Fiona starts to slap my balls, increasing the pain.

I moan. Then, louder as Fiona increases the strength of her slap.

With each new slap, I start grunting, my stomach muscles tense, and my legs jerk. Fiona keeps attacking me this way. I am grunting louder now.

My balls are aching so badly, my cock is bulging, it feels like it will burst.

“Fiona, please stop!” If she keeps this up I am going to cum, despite the pain, it is so erotic. I don't want to cum yet, not this early. "Please, Fiona, stop,” I yell.

Fiona relents from attacking my balls, but this has got me very excited. Fiona is so excited her pussy juice is flowing like the Jim Jim falls in the wet season. The smell of her arousal coming from her pussy, her womanly scent is filling the room and wildly turned her on.

I grab Fiona and turn her over, pulling her up onto her knees. I push her head onto the bed, leaving her arse sticking up in the air.

Her pussy is leaking everywhere.

I get behind her and ram my rock-hard cock up her cunt. My pace is frantic from the start. Fiona has me so worked up, and as I thrust into her, she pushes back to meet my force. Fiona is screaming. "Fuck me, Tim! Fuck me harder, keep fucking me." Fiona starts to spasm. Her orgasm overtakes her body as she thrashes around the bed in absolute ecstasy. I hold onto her waist with both hands, pounding into her cunt, as our bodies meet, making a slapping sound every time I thrust into her. Her pussy squelches from my pounding, cum juice leaking from around my cock.

I am hammering her as hard as I can, yet she still pushes back. I can't keep this pace up. I feel my orgasm approaching my cum starts to race up my cock. I yell out. "I'm coming," emptying my tied-up balls into her pussy. Spurt after spurt. My cum hits her cervix, pushing Fiona to another orgasm.

After I finished unloading into her, I wanted to get the rope off my balls. It was causing me some pain. I untied the rope to relieve my balls. That was intense, although I enjoyed it immensely.

I needed some time to recover so we could go again. Fiona did offer to rub my balls to help soothe the pain, but I declined her offer.

We were on the bed, cuddling, recovering from our intense fuck session. After 15 minutes, I could sense Fiona wanted to go again. "Hold on, I need more time to recover. It is taking me longer than it used to.” She smiled. I offered to attack her pussy if she wanted to come and sit on my face.

Grinning wildly, Fiona quickly scooted up the bed and planted her pussy on my face.

I have not done this before, sticking my tongue up a pussy that I have just cum in.

It was something new. Would I like it or detest it? I was about to find out. But that’s how turned on and excited Fiona made me.

I tentatively stick my tongue up her cum filled pussy. It's not the best flavour I have ever tasted and is likely to be a one-off. Fiona liked that a man who had just cum in her pussy, would go down and eat her out. She made that clear in her reactions.

She held my head hard against her cunt. Lick, lick, lick, up and down her cum filled pussy, her hips thrusting up into my face, wanting me to stick my tongue in as deep as she could get it. Fiona was starting to get off again. I massaged her tits and pulled her nipples, pulling hard as I lick her.

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