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yes still fastened on me.
Still kneeling before him, I took his rod in one hand, cupping his
balls with the other. My eyes twinkled at him as I bent my lips to touch the
tip of his manhood. His gasp of pleasure spurred me on, and I took the whole
thing in my mouth, running my tongue over the sensitive tip, running my hand up
and down the length of it. As my tongue caressed the tip, tasting the salty
drops that glistened when I drew back to look at it, his breathing gre rougher.
Finally he gasped, "Enough!" His fingers had tangled in my hair and he roughly
pulled my head back and knelt down before me, kissing me searingly. I bright,
hot flame shot through me as he pushed me backwards onto the rug, his hand
roughly caressing my breast, teasing the nipple to a hard point once again.
I had roused him to the edge of passion, and he was no longer teasing
me. Instead, his caresses grew rougher, and as my passion mounted I welcomed
him. He quickly untied the sweat pants and drew them, soaked already with my
juices, off of me and threw them to the other side of the room. He lay over
me, his mouth on my breast, one hand ca
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