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his words were flowing like a forbidden act between the two of us. i kept pressing my cunt into the bed hearing only the sound of my irregular breathing. i would close my eyes every so many lines to see images to his words, to feel it and feel myself growing wetter. i had to touch it, i had to see just how wet his words and images were affecting me. mmmmm, i sat there rubbing and slipping my finger inside. i love that good wetness.
he decides to save his real cum to share with me. i want to fuck madly when we part. i lay there contemplating an orgasm. i watch his video, fuck i watch him cum for me over and over. i love the cum that spills out of him like a fountain of arousal. it makes me soak through my panties. alas…i save my orgasm for him. it just isn’t fair.
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