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You've come this far, so at least check it out! Don't be such a tunaparty prude! You might even catch a thrill!" Feeling flushed and sweaty, Sandy takes a big breath and crosses the tunaparty threshold. She expects the interior to be criminally dark and stifling hot with hookers in fishnet sashaying from trick to trick while junkies shoot up in the tunaparty corner. But instead she finds the store to be clean, air-conditioned, and brightly lit, and not a single sex fiend jumps out to rape her. In fact, the store is empty except for an older man with a bad cough who's reading a magazine behind the counter. He doesn't look up, and Sandy quickly scans the place. It looks like an ordinary newsstand with tunaparty magazines and colorful boxes lining the walls.
She bent down a little feeling dirty like an animal begging for a meal. "Just a little kiss Katherine," said Dunnell again, "and you'll give us both a lot of pleasure." She was moaning as she approached the head of his cock. This orgasm had built up longer and was going to be even bigger than the first. She puckered her lips and kissed the head of Dunnell's cock just above the pee slit. As she touched his cock with her lips, Horse's tongue flicked roughly over her clit until the tunaparty orgasm exploded from her body. Katherine moaned in pleasure feeling Big D's cock pushing at her parted lips. She couldn't handle it at this moment and moved her head forward feeling his cock slide up her cheek as she caught her breath.
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