Clare languished in the afterglow of her blissful double-whammy for days. All her thoughts were filled with the remembrance of the two gorgeous rode stuffing her insides full. She smiled almost constantly, a warm feeling radiating from her body, especially her pussy. She rubbed her thighs together often, feeling her sore mound. When Clare came home from school about three days later, she could stand the waiting no longer. She had been thinking all day about having a good rack. She was doing all she could to keep her pussy from drooling right down to her ankles. She looked in the rec room. No Michael. She looked in John's room. No one was there either. She decided she might just as well service herself. She couldn't wait for hard cock to satisfy her. She went to her room and stripped in front of a full-length mirror. She cupped her tits and tweaked the hardening nipples. One hand went down to her soaked cunt. Her fingers twirled in the wispy golden hair, dipped farther, and pressed against the puffed-up lips of her waiting mound. She drew her fingers along the entire length of her dripping mound, then raised her fingers to her face. She inhaled the delightful fragrance of her sweet..
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