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It was a mild day in Heaven, but then all days in Heaven were ‘mild’ – warm, with a light breeze, birdsong, the smell of not-too-distant meadows. Mild. King laughed silently. ‘Aaaaaaaagggghhh!’ he roared, and somewhere a dog started barking. King stood and stuffed himself back into his clothes. Diving down with predatory speed, he stripped Diana’s underwear from her flailing legs, and his wide tongue found the furry mound and soft folds between her thighs. She huffed, cheeks red like she was cresting a summit. Read 6981 times |
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He was now fully engorged and congratulated himself for having already slipped a condom over his penis before getting dressed that morning.
