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She wiggled around, stirring me up. XXX Her lips, stained with my jizz, tasted wonderfully sweet, from her watermelon lip gloss, and wickedly salty, from my futa-cum. “Well,” Adelia said, her voice a little tight with emotion, “when we get back, we’ll talk about this wedding. I was passing through central Kansas, meeting more of these little churches who had adopted the ideology of West Texas.” A smile crossed my lips. My toned legs ate up the distance with ease. I don’t know any other word to describe discovering the cult,” I said, feeling like that same wide-eyed twenty-two year-old futa who wandered into that little town. Why was there a life-sized statue of me here? “Ooh, you’re making my pussy so hot and juicy. I still savored getting together with Kurt’s mother. I had gotten two blocks, halfway to the highway that ran along the north side of town, when my phone rang.

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