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.Then I slowly went near her navel and raised her top just little and opened the button of her jeans with my mouth which was a little touch and I brushed my lips on her navel for which she was shivering..Then opened unzipped her jeans the same way I opened her button.She helped me open her jeans by raising her bums. And she was wearing a lovely white panty with printed lips on it as if someone has kissed all over there.As I had decided that I will open all her clothes with my mouth and tried opening her panty with my face which was very difficult as I have never done this before. And when I was removing her panty my chin touched her clean shaven pussy right from top to bottom.She left a loud moan awwwww and shivered and I loved this feeling when I understood that she is under my control now. I started with the massage. I applied oil on her left leg and started massaging.I slowly massaged her lower legs and then came to her thighs. She was all very aroused and spread her legs for an. Shelly was amazed to see Brent sniff her panties. She was slightly taken aback, but was even more aroused by his act. The thought that she had turned him on so much that he wanted to smell her underwear was very arousing to her. So arousing, in fact, that she again felt a familiar warmth in her loins. After taking several long whiffs of her scent from the panties, Brent removed them from his face and began to wipe up his cum. Sometimes, Shelly found cum to be kind of gross but tonight, even after her intense orgasm, she was still horny enough to find it a turn on. Brent moved slowly to keep from waking Debbie. He used the panties to wipe the cum from his chest, stomach, arms, and bed. He was not really able to absorb a lot of it into the flimsy panties, but he cleaned it up enough to not have it running down his body. He held up the panties to Shelly with a Now what do we do with these? expression on his face. Shelly held out her hand and waved her fingers, indicating that he was to.
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