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He sucked, feeling drops of milk in his mouth, then more.He continued to suck, swallowing the warm sweet fluid. Riya she felt her breast lose the swelling and tightness, and she too relaxed, the cloud lifted from her.“Thank you, my sweet Shreyas, your mommy loves you very much.” He grunted in assent, and his arm tightened around her. His hand found her other breast. He fondled and cupped her, squeezing and rubbing his thumb over the nipple.Riya felt herself relax and caressed his back under his. “Feels great, actually”. She smiled at me as I spoke.Her left hand continued to touch softly close to my expanding cock as she reached down for some ice. It was a jolt when the ice hit my groin but her fingers circled my cock at exactly that moment and my gasp was for both events.She skated the ice cube around my groin as she began stroking my cock “Does that feel good Alex?” Her eyes switched from my face to my cock. It was as big as it was going to get now and had it not been for her hand it. Before Ashley can really comprehend this, the woman's fingers begin to work their magic. Madam seems to know exactly how to manipulate Ashley's dirty little holes. Every rub and twist of her fingers, quickly throwing Ashley to the edge of the cliff. Ashley can feel her breathing quicken as she pants in desperation. "Good girl. You're such a naughty, little girl. Licking Miss Rose's fucking asshole. Did she come all over your cute little face? Hmm?" Madam asks, curling her fingers into Ashley's. "No bra and only these very sheer panties" quipped Esther. " If you wish you can go commando. But other than that you need to wear this dress as it was designed. You have small, firm boobs that don't need a bra and the panties are very sheer and designed especially to not show lines. Trust me. Your not the first young lady we have prepared for pageant night." The ladies indicated that there was one thing they needed to do before Barb got dressed. Ann went into the bath and returned with a.
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