tongue to lash back and forth over the nipple. At the same time that he sucked and kissed each apple-sized breast, Mr. Simpson's other hand was working between Sonim's legs. Betsy spread them wide, lifting one thigh and letting Sonim's other leg dangle down over his knee and point at the floor. The pretty twelve-year-old shuddered and began to make a thrusting, jerking motion with Sonim's pelvis as a knowing finger twirled and flexed in her and opened her, smearing Sonim's slippery lube over her legs and
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