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| prev text: Nasty cumshot | ||
| Lara pussy sister went limp under me, her thighs fell away from my hips, her arms dropped to the bed, and the groan she fought to stifle escaped as a contented sigh. She stared up at me with a tranquil smile and said, “Come here and kiss me, wallflower.” Perfect, I thought, I want to pussy sister be kissing her when I pussy sister come. It was our softest, gentlest kiss of the night: a long, lingering kiss pussy sister of pure affection. And as we kissed I thought that this confident, beautiful, sexually aggressive woman had had four orgasms. Because of me. The tingling in my groin grew quickly, and pussy sister I pumped my hips harder, more urgently. But pussy sister Lara broke the kiss and said, “Stop, baby, stop.” | ||
| I was just seconds from the orgasm that might damage my balls. But I didn’t care. I had to come inside the magnificent woman. I needed to leave part of me inside her, to leave proof that I was good enough for a woman of this quality. I humped harder and faster into her. “Stop! Stop, wallflower. I’m serious!” Just two or three more strokes, I thought. I slid back one more time feeling every muscle in the bottom half of my torso tensing up, getting ready for ejaculation when Lara dug the heels of her hands into the tops of my hips and locked her elbows. She quickly wiggled her hips and crawled up the bed until, with a look of regret on her face, the head of my cock slipped out of her pussy sister. “Two more strokes,” I said, embarrassed by the tone of pleading in my voice. | ||
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