He works a blunt finger inside me, pumping slowly in and out as I gasp and writhe. I’m dying for him. “So tight.” Adding another finger to the first, he stretches and twists. “I’m about to lose it just from touching you.” I’m panting, clenching around him, halfway there already. My hands are on his chest, my thumbs playing with his nipples and the deep grooves between his muscles. Lower. I graze his shaft. The noise he makes is guttural, unintelligible, and emanates from somewhere deep in his chest. Our fingers brush as he takes his cock in hand and guides the thick head through my folds until
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