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Martha in America Ch 08
With a muffled chuckle, Martha clambered over me and waited for me to open my mouth, opening hers after it was on mine, our tongues finding each other as my semen slid into my mouth. ‘Let’s go sleep in my bed,’ I suggested. Martha felt the wet spot where she had come twice and nodded with a smirk and agreed: ‘That’s a good idea,’ and then smirked again and suggested: ‘We can come back here, if we want to do it again in the morning.’ I snorted with a smirk of my own and asked: ‘Wasn’t...