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Sherry Mason pressed her fingertips into the silky patch of copper-colored hair that framed her oozing, pink cunt. An immediate tingle of ecstasy caused her clit to expand.
“Oh, a great, big cock to fuck,” she whispered, closing her eyes. Carefully, she thrust her fingers more deeply inside her opening. “Mmmmm, yes,” she gasped, “right in here and . . . and . . .”
As she withdrew her fingers, the ache inside her cunt became more demanding than ever, causing her voice to rattle in her throat.
How long had it been since Brad had stabbed that precious slab of cock inside her? Christ, it seemed like a thousand years!
Lately, she missed him more than ever, even regretted leaving him in the first place. God knew he wasn’t a saint, what with his chasing anything in skirts, but that big prick …
She could picture his cock now. As thick as her wrist and almost a foot long, his prick filled her cunt with such slippery pleasure it set her teeth on edge. And then his cock would get rock-hard, stretch her tiny opening painfully, then spit out globs and globs of milky, steamy cum.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.