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He found her cervix and she let out another of those soft sounds as he swirled around it and smiled, ‘I bet this is sore, huh?’ She nodded again, ‘Yes…you, ah, kept tapping it last night…and when you came…’ She blushed hotly against his arm and he bit into his lip. Fen shuddered as he explored, finally finding her G-spot and then he grinned, ‘You like it here, right?’ He pulled his finger out only to slide another in alongside it. She let out a moan, her eyes rolling back some as she nodded, starting to pant, ‘Yes, yes…’ She was moving her hips in an attempt to ride his fingers and he let her, his other hand dipping into the back of her shorts to grope at her cute little ass. She let out another soft cry, her hands fisting in the front of his shirt as he took matters into his own hands and plunged his fingers in and out of her, the heel of his hand rubbing against her sensitive clit. His brow furrowed in concentration, so absorbed was he that he didn’t notice the distant yelling of. Ten minutes later she said something a little snide about him lying about looking for work yesterday or the day before, and he was back at her again. He reached over and slapped her. She slapped him back as hard as she could. He grabbed her by her hair and started dragging her to the door, saying he was taking her home where he would settle this once and for all. The three of us ended up outside in the carport.I was somewhat conflicted. I had no idea how to handle something like this. Having people fighting and cursing at each other at my house was out of my realm of experience. I had been looking forward to a nice meal and watching a little football, not this shit.I loudly told him he wasn't taking her anywhere in his frame of mind. Of course he turned on me at that point and started saying mean things to me, accusing me of things I had not done. (I had thought them, but I hadn't done them.) He continued dragging her by her hair, and she was screaming and crying. I grabbed his hand.
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She felt it stiffen as she did so. He breathed deep again. “Is that better?” she said. “Oh yeah,” he said and sighed heavily. “Slide them down.” “Huh?” “Slide your pants off your waist,” she said. He planted a foot on the floorboard and lifted himself off the seat. He slid his hand around his waist and pushed the pants down. She reached in his underwear and felt the flesh of his genitalia. She kissed him again and rubbed his stiffening cock. “Ohh that feels good,” he moaned. When his legs wouldn't spread open further, he pushed his pants down to his ankles. “You like that? See how you like this,” she said and adjusted her butt back on the seat bringing her head to his lap. She flicked the end of his penis with her tongue and felt him catch his breath and moan. “Ooohhh, that's nice,” he said and leaned his head back against the headrest. She slid his cock slowly into her mouth. He felt every inch slide in. “You like that?” she asked and raised herself up to glance out the window.

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