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wonderful lubricant, the way it rolled around and made
room for itself inside me.
After a time, Cyril's cock was buried in me all the way.
That was when he took over, grabbing me by the shoulders
underneath my armpits for all-important leverage.
We were spinning, of course, though not much. Cyril
seemed to be moving without moving, to the right, to the
right, around and around. It was a slow spin, though, like
we were dancing together. And I felt him begin to fuck me,
slowly and kindly, just like Cyril always was, without any
abruptness. He was infinitely patient, like he would be
fucking me for an eternity, so there was no rush at all.
His thrusts gave us another spin, in addition to his
moving "right" he also seemed to be sinking beneath me, as
though I was climbing onto him, onto him, onto him.
I locked my legs around him and he kept thrusting, now
becoming imperious in his jabs into me, his body's passion
taking over the gentle soul, turning him into an animal in
rut.
I squirmed on top of h
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