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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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.. For some reason this was the way Lady Chitterling really liked it .. Inflagrante with the gardner turned wife poacher to his Lordship .. Sneaking up behind her as she pruned her roses and flipping her on her on her back into his filthy wheelbarrow .. Two minutes later, tipped back out onto her knees with his coarse sperm running into her silk drawers, and grass clippings in her hair, she'd to carry on working as though nothing had happened.
She found it made her wet to have him address her so formally when they were in public and yet fuck her as though he owned her tight, aristocratic snatch whenever he found a sneaky moment to have her. She never knew when he would strike... Her body was always tingling with anticipation ..
She even found one time that he'd hidden under the dining table on a night when the house was full of guests and she was sitting talking to the wife of some Cabinet Minister over the soup, to find his nimble fingers suddenly parting her knees and cutting a neat slit in her knickers, thereupon soaking what was left of the crotch by fingering her, way deep, to a womb clenching come! She had to pretend that she was choking on a fish bone to hide her spasms ...
Where would he strike next ...?
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