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"Uh... Uh... Uh...", I moaned, uttering the sound every second or
so in a steady unbroken rhythm. That was how long it took her to pull the
fat dildo out of my ass and to ram it home again. I looked up at her, my ankles
over her shoulders and her eyes gleaming. She was reaming me for my sake. It was a gift. I merely had to lay there
and enjoy, my palms at my side flat on the mattress. I was being passive in
this fucking, deliciously so. Her hips were the ones slapping against the back
of my thighs and lower buttocks. Her back was the muscle driving the thick long
tool home again and again.
Suddenly she pulled out quickly, grabbed her cell phone and began dialing. She quickly straddled my face and rode it while she said "He, He, Hello, I'll be a lit-little late coming in tomorrow", she stuttered, "I have to finish sommmmmmething in the mor-morning." Biting her finger and slapping me while she came over and over again, she finally closed the phone and collapsed on top of me.
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