<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Marcus' lips were all over her, Scara's chest heaving as he moved his lips down her breasts. One of the hands that once squeezed her ass moved around to press on her bulge.<br/>
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Scara's head went back when he touched her there, her hips instinctively pushing into his hand. She didn't want to say, didn't want to scare him away. But it felt so good to be touched by someone who may actually have wanted to and who wanted paid to do it. <br/>
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"Its a part of me," she moaned again "Its-its a-" she was struggling to say penis. Having a hard time telling him that alongside her vagina was a male member that also had needs. It was there at the forefront of her mind though, trying to leap out, to get that secret to him without speaking somehow. </span></span></span>