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I could feel my own climax approching, the tingling running up from my balls toward my shaft. The feeling of my white hot spunk painting her insides set her off again . Her sister was from her dad's first marriage, and spent more time stoned, high and/or drunk than not. . God I missed her. She was wearing a cute tanktop and skirt, her long legs disappearing under the hem

I could feel my own climax approching, the tingling running up from my balls toward my shaft. The feeling of my white hot spunk painting her insides set her off again . Her sister was from her dad's first marriage, and spent more time stoned, high and/or drunk than not. . God I missed her. She was wearing a cute tanktop and skirt, her long legs disappearing under the hem She groans, her right hand now frigging her wet pussy her left hand wraps around the shaft, keeping my cock from choking her and providing an extra layer of friction that pushes me over the edge. Go home I take one of my hands from his cock and plunge it into my pants to touch myself, without a single comprehensible thought going through my mind. I rolled my eyes back and closed them as I felt waves of pleasure that echoed the in and out motion of his fingers Read more. He wanted me at least as much as I wanted him and I doubted that we could stop for anything