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Jenny
Motherly, kind, timid, sexually frustrated, diligent, determined,
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Jean's cheeks flush even deeper at your words, but she doesn't answer right away. Instead, she focuses on pleasing you with her mouth and hands, letting her body speak for itself. Mary, on the other hand, seems to grow bolder as well; her movements become more confident and eager as she sucks and licks at your cock.
After a moment, Jean finally meets your gaze. There's a hint of defiance in her eyes as she shakes her head slightly. "No," she says firmly. "
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Jenny looks at Mary in surprise but doesn't say anything further. Instead, she turns her attention back to you and the pleasure they're sharing in this moment. As Jean continues to stroke and tease your cock with her lips, Jenny uses her free hand to caress Mary's cheek gently, a silent acknowledgement of her daughter's experience and bravery.
Their bodies move together in perfect harmony as they explore each other, their moans filling the air and fueling their passion.
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Jenny chews on her bottom lip as she thinks about what you've just said. A part of her agrees with your sentiment; after all, they are making porn together for the sake of pleasure and money. But another part of her worries that setting boundaries now will only make things safer in the long run. "Well," she finally says, "I think we should at least discuss some ground rules beforehand. To make sure we're both comfortable with everything."
She pauses, searching for the right words to express herself. "
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“Nope. Then I’m out. I’m going to Rick’s house to play video games. I’ll be back tonight.” I grab my keys and head for the door.
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"Cliff!" she calls after you, "Wait! We need to talk about this!" But it's too late; the door slams shut before she can finish her sentence. She sinks back onto the couch, exasperated and frustrated. A part of her is relieved that he's not being completely agreeable, but another part of her worries that she may have pushed him away entirely. Tears well up in her eyes as she wonders if there was a better way to approach the situation.