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My "breasts", bouncing to the rhythm of Karen's motion up and down mycock. The strands of my wig, brushing against my cheeks. The whole scenewas incredibly erotic, and then when Karen suddenly moved her fingersright to the entrance of my ass and started to slide her fingers in, itwas too much for me, and I came in an explosion of semen into her mouth,one of the most intense orgasms I had ever experienced up until thatpoint. It seemed like my entire body poured into her mouth as I came,and I let out a slow soft whimper as I felt my orgasm reach its heightand then begin to subside. It was amazing.Karen slid back up next to me and pulled me close to her, spooning mefrom behind. She kissed my shoulder, stroked my hair, and whispered tome how much she had enjoyed sucking on my cock. I felt incrediblyrelaxed having come twice already tonight. Laying there with her strongarms wrapped around me, our stockinged legs tangled together, and thescent of sex all over the room, I knew that we. Then, at once, I lifted her bra over her boobs, exposed her both boobs at once, pressed my mouth against the right, took hold of the left by my right hand, and with my left hand, I started groping her ass-cheeks.“Oh god! there you go again!” she said, or more like, whispered.Now this was happening. Me tasting her right boob, my right hand crushing her left boob, my left hand feeling her left ass-cheek, left thigh, left waist and lower-back alternatively. Her hands on my shoulders and around my neck, massaging the back of my neck, and both her legs off me. I was not just doing that, I was changing my body parts alternatively as well.At the same moment, my left hand went to her right boob, mouth to her left boob, right hand to her left ass-cheek, thigh, waist and lower-back. That way I alternatively pleased her. She was moaning all the way. She had no idea that she was half naked and in a very exposed environment.After sometime, I put my face back towards hers, while holding her hands.
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