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Maria saw me for who I was, these three rooms in town, stuff all over the place, old laundry and pizza boxes. Maria undressed in front of me, and I saw the beauty of her nakedness in dim light when we weren't in so much of a hurry. She gracefully slid out of that short skirt, shedding underwear slowly yet efficiently, coyly hiding her breasts with folded arms, as though she'd never done this before. Oh, my. She was flawless. "You're beautiful," I told her?
I found myself eye to eye with her sweet pussy, and of course I had to experience all aspects of it, the feel, the touch, the taste, the smooth texture. I had to lick it and play Maria like several musical instruments, a wind at first, doing the flute flutter; then tongue pizzicato to her labiaviolin, her going uh uh uh in harmony, as she held my head in desperation. She thrust upward, crushing her pussy to my face, smothering me with passion.
"Ohhh," somewhere between grief and ecstasy, she knew that her life had just changed.