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‘And you, Betty, come over here!’ This was definitely more than Emma had hoped, as Amelia pushed Emma flat out on the divan and starting licking her body with her tongue. She directed her mouth towards Emma’s vulva, and Emma felt the warm wetness of saliva entangle with her pubic hair. ‘Don’t neglect me, Betty!’ Ordered Amelia, at whose prompting her secretary undid her bra to reveal her unaroused nipples and moved out of sight of Emma in the vicinity of Amelia’s rear. Emma caught a glimpse of Betty’s face as it appeared briefly between Amelia’s legs and then she saw her finger stimulating her mistress’s clitoris. Emma ran her fingers through Amelia’s mess of hair as her head bobbed up and down. ‘I need more than this!’ Complained Amelia, sitting up on her knees causing Betty to slide away. ‘Do you want one of these?’ Asked Betty producing a dildo. ‘No! Not good enough! Call Frank in!’ Betty then stood up and left, putting her jacket over her naked breasts as she went out. Amelia. In a few strokes the full eight inches was buried inside of her hot, silky wetness.We sat like that for a moment and kissed. I put my hands on her large breasts as she began to move her hips. Slow, easy movements became fast, hard fucking.We kissed passionately as she rode me and I clamped my hands on her waist as I began thrusting. She moaned and quivered."Oh, fuck... I'm cumming," she moaned loudly. I felt her tightening up and her pussy clenched on my swollen cock, causing it to burst. We groaned loudly as my cock erupted and buried the huge load of cum deep inside of her. Spurt after spurt filled her up as we writhed and kissed in the ecstasy of mutual orgasm. She let out a deep breath and collapsed onto me, her head burying into my neck and shoulder. I felt her hot, heavy breath as she panted and we slowly regained our breathing. I hooked my finger under her chin and lifted her face up towards mine, gently putting my lips on hers. She gently caressed my face as we kissed, her.
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