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Marie Kozyk tried for a moment to resist the pressure of his hands on her head, even though she knew she would not be able to for very long. She nibbled frantically at his right nipple, running her tongue over the tiny protuberance and grasping it between her teeth in a gentle grip, but this was a mistake. By exciting him this way, she had only made him all the more eager to have her suck his cock. He pushed harder against her head, and she reluctantly gave in to the pressure.
What a hypocritical sonofabitch you are, she thought weakly as her lips neared the half-hard tool lying across his belly. Paul Ryan, the voice of moral righteousness in Hardin County, and he wants to have his prick sucked! You’re too hung up to ask for a blow job straight out, you pious fraud, but you know I can’t resist getting my mouth around your cock! And you’re so fucked out already, you can’t raise a hard-on without getting sucked a little, too!
She reluctantly twisted around on the motel room’s bed, reversing her position and bringing her crotch closer to his end of the rumpled bed, but she knew that her shift would be useless — Paul had never shown any interest in muff-diving. Marie lifted her upper thigh so that he would be able to see every detail of her flushed, moist-lipped pussy, but he showed hardly any interest in her aroused condition.
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