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nk of orgasm, and pulled away. His tongue and hands
caressed my thighs, my breasts, everywhere except where I needed
to feel him. My every muscle quivered, not knowing where his
touch would fall next.
Finally, I felt his penis again. He inserted just the head into
me, slowly stroking in and out. Each stroke went a little deeper,
a little faster, until he was pounding himself deep into me,
groaning with each stroke. Deprived of vocal release, unable to
wrap my arms or my legs around him, I could only thrust myself up
to meet him, grind my pelvis into his. Unable to see, I could
only lose myself in the throbbing rythm of his lust.
He pulled the gag out of my mouth. "Let me hear you," he gasped.
The strokes slowed, though controlling himself must have been
nearly impossible. "Tell me why I shouldn't stop. Tell me what
you'll do for me if I finish."
I would have sold my soul for release. I pleaded with him, I
shamelessly begged him to fuck me. He pulled himself out of me
and teased my pulsating cunt with
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