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Ding dong. (The doorbell rings) Kelly:Who is it? Mailman: It's the mailman. Kelly: Oh, come on in. I'm just in the kitchen cooking. I've got packages that are going out today. Do you have any for me? Mailman: Hmm, it just looks like letters, junk mail, and bills. I don't see any packages, miss. Kelly: Oh I see a package. Mailman: You do? Where? Kelly: Right here in your pants. See, I told you that you had a package for me! Mailman: Yes, I do. I've wanted to deliver to you for a long time. Kelly: Then don't wait any longer. Give it to me now! Mailman: Oh, Mrs. Madison, you suck so good. Take it deeper down your lovely throat. Continued from Mr. Mailman Scene 1 Kelly: I'm just warming up. I promise to make you go crazy with delight, postal even. Mailman: You're doing a great job so far. Let me please you now. Kelly: OK, let me pull my skirt up for you. Now stick that postal cock in my pussy. Pound it good! Mailman: You feel so good Mrs. Madison. Are you sure your husband won't come home? Kelly: Honey, if he does, he'll just get the camera to shoot you! Mailman: Oh, Mrs. Madison, your pussy feels like hot velvet. Kelly: I'm glad you like it. Grab my titties while you pump your meat into me. Mailman: You're going to make me cum, Mrs. Madison. Ohhh, yeahhh. Kelly: Yes! I want you to cum all over my face and titties, let me turn around to catch it all. Mmmm, that's a delicious delivery!