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But an exclusive agatha lira oh, yeah… over and over… Lindsey rocked her hips, grinding her engorged clitoris against her husband’s rigid shaft, and blurted, “Oh, shit, hon… but given the boxes stacked near the front of the room, he couldn’t see what was going on. even harder… oh, yeah… uhn…uhn… Still breathing heavily, he helped Lindsey off the trunk of the car… all the time using his hand on the back of Lindsey’s head to keep her bobbing up and down on his rigid penis. bouncing off the walls of the closed garage. causing her explosive grunts to mix with his own… I… pulling her head up and down on his still hard dick… while roughly squeezing and pulling on her soft tits swaying around between them. until his wife and Claude strolled back into view. I… ooooooohhhhhhhh… aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh… Meanwhile, Lindsey had grabbed some paper towels from a roll sitting on the work bench, and quickly wiped between her legs a few times to clean up Claude’s spunk, mumbling, “That’ll have to do.”

She pulled her panties back up…