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The man hadn sexy't shaved for a couple of days. His clothing lesbian was clean but rumpled. His eyes lesbian were haunted, shifting nervously this way sexy and that. He avoided looking at her.
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At the moment, the sofa was occupied. Kerri was on the bottom, or at least a busty centrefold model that looked like Kerri, wearing lesbian nothing but fishnet stockings and her trademark black patent sandals with six-inch platform heels. She had her legs sexy in the air. She was panting loudly as she was vigorously fucked by a musclebound man that Monica vaguely recognized lesbian.
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"That's OK," she replied, "I've had my inspection."
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