Leg Massage

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When I was thrusting back and forth in her, she was grasping and holding the bed sheets tight, moaning and gasping. Her breasts jiggle back and forth just like I was moving her. Her thighs were big that when I held them, my fingers sank in them.

After a while, she was sweating a lot now.

"He-Hey, Danny." She said said. "Can we stop? M-I can't feel my legs---"

She moaned when I started massaging her thighs. I had my way with my fingers, because I
always massage my own body on my own. This was a good thing, because I always see her move around in the office. When I continued, she was pleading me to stop because my massaging was making her more aroused then ever.

Then I took off both her leg sleeves and started massaging them. She was moaning and whimpering, and it looked like she admitted defeat because she looked like she passed out from shock.

It was only when I started sucking her feet was when she came to her senses and noticed me doing this.

"Why're you sucking them! Damn pervert!" Yet she continued moaning.

I smiled. "Really, Kylie? You call me a pervert yet you loved this, don't you?" I chuckled.

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