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"get out of here!" she protested, trying to yank the covers back up and over her breasts. Phil yanked again, pulling the sheet out of her hands, then the rest of the way off her body.

"You shave for that punk kid?" Phil asked, getting angry. "Your mom, the woman who I married, won't even do that for me!" He reached his hand down, stroking one finger against her pussy, ignoring her protests and fighting hands. "Damn, you're wet," he murmured, bringing his finger to his mouth to taste her juices. "Delicious, too."

With his hand off her, she sat up in a **** attempt to escape, but Phil grabbed her, and...