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In fact, hearing them next to her, knowing what they were doing was an added factor of arousal to her.Terri's ass was taking the thick part of the butt plug easily now and she began rubbing her fingertips over her pussy lips just above her clitoris. She fucked her ass with the butt plug, in-out, in-out, not too fast, not too slow, and she kept rubbing her pussy. Now she had her eyes closed, the better to feel the sensations she was experiencing. Her breathing was faster and her heart was beating harder.Oh fuck yes, she told herself, I want to feel Tom's cock fucking my ass while Dan's cock fucks my pussy. "Ohhh!" she moaned and then she was coming. Terri held the butt plug firmly in her ass while her fingers spanked her clitoris. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she cried out as her body convulsed up with that wonderful, delightful pleasure of orgasm.Both Tom and Dan noticed something and glanced over at Terri. They could see her hand under her butt and her other hand spanking and rubbing her. Her lips were even hotter than before, and her tongue kept making outrageous demands that mine was eager to fulfill. Her hands were on fire against the back of my neck. They burned my flesh as she slid them down the front of my shirt. She caught the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up and off. I groaned with desire as her greedy hands explored my exposed flesh. Her flesh was burning as my hands found the waistband of her shirt. I started to lift her shirt up and off as well. I couldn't stop myself when my fingers got snagged on her sports bra. I pulled at its elastic and it departed with her shirt. The cool evening air felt electric on our bare flesh, and lightning scorched across our skin as she pressed her bare breasts into my chest. "You better be a good dancer," she informed me as she kissed her way down to my chest. All of my attention was on her teeth as she teased and bit my pecs and nipples. Somehow that distracted me from noticing when my pants fell to the floor. She kissed.
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