<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Scara moaned as he finally kissed her. Her lips felt feverish as she hungrily kissed him back. Her hand moved to clutch his hair as they kissed, barley taking breathes hear and there. <br/>
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"Sweet is right." Scara responded as she broke away momentarily. "Oh the things I want you to do to me, the things I want to do to you." She leaned in and began kissing him again, her body once again throbbing, her member pulsing under it's restrictions.<br/>
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Without releasing his lips, Scara moved her body as his hands caressed her. She was now straddling him, not realizing that her member would most definitely poke at him despite the restricting underwear. </span></span></span>