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Found a way around the tiny strip of fabric between my legs and began to rub me precisely the way I would have done it myself. My nipples hardened. He was staring now, at my breasts. Watching me begin to enjoy it as much as he was. I bit my lip—men like that—and opened my legs more. He started to slide his finger in and out of me in a way that stroked my clit as if it were a little cock going in and out of me. I squeezed his balls as I felt myself on the verge of cumming. He grabbed my hand with his free one to hold my hand and help me tug the way he wanted. But my clit was throbbing. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I pushed back against the seat, trying not to move my hips, my inner walls closing against his probing finger rhythmically. And then he gasped, ever so softly, and I felt cum spurt into my palm, through my fingers and the pulsing between my legs grew into a lovely, deep, pulsating orgasm much stronger than I expected. We rested together for a moment. Grateful for the loud. Jim held my balls in his hand as my cock jerked the first time and shot a stream down his throat. I heard him stifle a gag and then swallow twice in a row. I tried to pull out so I wouldn’t choke him but he held my balls tight and reached around with his other hand and grabbed my ass pulling all the way into his mouth. I could feel the tip of my cock against the back of his throat as I let go with another spurt and this time he simply swallowed.I had never felt anything like that, the movement in his mouth as he swallowed my cum sent another spurt and then another. His fingers dug into my ass and then I felt the tip of his finger against my hole. He knew he was touching my entrance because he pushed his middle finger tip into my ass as I let go with another contraction and my ass contracted around that invading finger. I felt him pushing deeper in my ass and I wanted him to roll me off of him and fuck me in the ass.And then it was over, I was still kneeling over him and wanted to.
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