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At first their kisses were light and coaxing, his mouth shaping itself carefully onto hers, delicately exploring the contours of her lips with an unhurried thoroughness. Then Desmond’s hands shifted. One of them drifted down her spine pulling her even closer, while the other slid behind the nape of her neck. Jennifer let him cover her mouth in an electrifying kiss that seemed to discharge sparks through her entire being. As Jennifer carefully wrapped her arms around his neck, Desmond’s mouth cautiously opened over hers. The minute she molded her own mouth against his in compliance, his tongue traced hotly across her lips, urging them to part. Instinctively she knew that should she allow her lips to be broached by his kiss, there’d be no telling what else might open up under his ministrations. Demanding that she acquiesce to his kiss, his tongue plunged into her mouth and their kiss erupted into raw sensual fire. His hand covered her breast, caressing it through the bodice of her gown. The other hand restlessly swept behind her, cupping her buttocks through the dress material and pulling her tightly against anal rape porn him. Desmond thought she’d stiffen involuntarily at their forced intimacy, but Jennifer didn’t back away from him at all. “You devil, you.” Jennifer laughed, totally aware of the taut arousal in Desmond’s pants. “Jennifer,” he anal rape porn whispered, but never completed the anal rape porn thought. How could he say out loud what was so obvious from his body language? She didn’t try to answer. Jennifer Delano pressed the palm of her hand casually against the full length of the bulge still hidden behind his tuxedo trousers, and then initiated another kiss--long and lingering. Her fingers felt clumsy as she tugged at the shirt studs on his formal wear. She tore at some of the studs to get his shirt open. Sliding her hands up his chest, spreading the starched white cotton cloth wide apart, Jennifer bared a vast expanse of Desmond Kinfu Annan’s mahogany muscled chest. She rubbed her hands lovingly across the springy black hairs of anal rape porn his front until finally Jennifer turned her back to him. “Undo me,” she whispered. Soon his hand drifted casually from its anal rape porn resting place near her hairline at the back of the neck, down her spine until his warm fingers rested on the bodice of her gown. Finding the zipper was simple after that. As he carefully tugged at the fastener, Jennifer’s very expensive gown loosened anal rape porn its delicate hold on her breasts and torso. In a moment the sheer sheath dropped unceremoniously to anal rape porn the anal rape porn floor.
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