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FG at the Ripley's-Vic and Lucas prepare to meet their friends and family for Friendsgiving from '19'...
before their guests arrive they indulge in a bit of the 'old nasty'...
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Lucas Ripley pauses to look over the items he's gathered so far for the Station 19 Thanksgiving event: paper plates, plastic
cups, a large glass bowl of stuffing, two chocolate pies, two cornish hens, a good-sized turkey, and four bottles of sparkling (non-
alcoholic wine. "Is that it, Eggs?, he calls to Victoria Hughes. She comes in and quickly surveys the loaded countertop.
"Pies...Hens...turkey...sparkling wine...that's it. Can you start loading while I finish getting dressed?" Without waiting for his response,
Vic starts up the stairs to their bedroom. His eyes locked on the way her plump rear end swayed so jauntily beneath her dress, Ripley
decides to follow...
He catches up with her in the bedroom, nudging that nice admirable booty with his 'risen willie'..."Stop that!" she scolds. People will
start arriving soon. "Mmmm", she moans when his big member presses into the crack of her bum, "O-Ok-but you have to be quick...
We both know I that there's nothing quick about me-EVER!" he chortles. "How's this-you cum much faster 'female
superior...
"Vic pants 'DON'T CARE! Let's just do it!-and don't fucking laugh at me"
He shoves his long shorts and boxer briefs completely off (also his tank top); she strips off her top and mimics her husband's
actions with his bottoms) and climbs astride him. "D-DAMN!" she splutters; in the brief interval between her entry into the
room and his she's dripping wet...crouched on her haunches, stuffed to the brim with her husband's large meaty
male member, Vic is on fire...she is so full, so whole, and her world turned inside out as he probes deeper still into her. He moves
slowly, enjoying her slick friction. Vic is as wet as can be, her body open to the sky even as her needy interior muscles grip his
tightly, greedily. His hands climb up her sculpted sides to gather her breasts in their palms, at which point his movements become
quicker, more heated. She whimpers and squeezes her pussy around him, and he drives into her wetness with more fervor. Harder
and harder The release she so craves leaves her shaking and wailing aloud; his own orgasm strikes like a thunderbolt. He guides
her to the mattress, his cock still pulsing gently within her as her trembling finally subsides.
"Fuuuck-that was good!" They gasp at the same instant.
=TBC= Chapter 2