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32.
Zoo’s final enclosure - your longed for destination - just another cage. Nonetheless you zoomed.
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23.
Meanwhile you - open, essentially vacant - you examined her decolletage, quite easily sustaining tormented look adorning features. Delicately, you moved nearer, riveted to Elizabeth’s fleshy slopes.
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21.
Stealthily you imitated Liz’s mood, splashing own tears near hers. Emotion flooded zoo.
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16.
Carrying on, erection now doddered up inner thigh, skirt caught, trailing almost flag-like, wet smear veering sluggishly entryward. Full rigid.
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15.
(Seems almost intriguing that Elizabeth - to give her empowering, regal title - didn’t feel its worming.)
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12.
Began to run feelers under your coarse hair, entertaining herself searching for erogenous spots (seeking that something that initiates the one fuck never forgotten. She needed it to shift this heavy stupour - intense, without variation).
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