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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Haruka Yoshiura :
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chair till abruptly, I had to sit up, because his feet were flat on the
floor and his knees were bent.
The problem, however, was that by then, I was cumming so much that
I really didn't have the strength to support myself.
That problem was trivial. For there, standing in front of me with
proudly resurrected dick, was Gary -- waiting for his blowjob. He didn't
have to wait long. His cock was gorgeous there in the dim illumination
of Lane's Drugs's night lights in the Great Eastern shopping center.
Gorgeous. Well, it seemed gorgeous then, just challenging me to suck it,
demanding that I take it into my mouth. I gulped it halfway in with one
stroke. His hands went to the sides of my head and he guided my mouth
back and forth as he fucked his cock in and out of my mouth.
Gerry, meantime, was bucking furiously
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