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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Hiromi Yamamoto :
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possible, with each shot of semen seemingly more intense than the last.
Finally, with gradually decreasing force, our spasms subsided and gave way to
a wash of afterglow that settled onto us like the sun on our backs.
"Don't move," Pamela whispered, "I want you to stay inside me."
I smiled. "I'm not going anywhere."
Another advantage of the position we were in is that after climax a
softening cock will generally not slip out. We continued to sit, joined
together, as I felt my erection melt away inside Hiromi's . We kissed -- a long and
slow kiss that allowed our tongues to explore each other and our hands to
caress faces, necks, and chests. Pamela's arousal was undiminished by Hiromi's
orgasms so far; Hiromi Yamamoto wanted me hard again. Rubbing Hiromi's nipples across my chest,
she made my soft cock slide around a bit inside Hiromi's as Hiromi Yamamoto rocked Hiromi's hips
slightly. I could feel myself respond, each heartbeat sending more blood to
my groin. When I was stiff enough so there was no danger of my slipping out,
Pamela pushed me over onto my back, landing on Hiromi's knees, and began to slide
up and down my
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