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  A wet tongue unerringly trailed up her inner thigh. Instinctively she spread her legs, feeling her sticky pussy lips unglue. The tongue rasped through her folds, wiggled into her silken opening, scooping up her leaking juices, and smeared them on her now throbbing clit. Whimpering, Olivia Chandler looked down. And woke, startled; the fog of lust dissipating when she saw whose face

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