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His sudden nearness startled me and I tensed at his touch, gasping a small, alarmed, “Oh!” His lips near my ear, mint on his breath, he said, “Relax! You’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do.” His hand moved to the back of my neck and then to my shoulder, massaging.
“Relax, I said! You’re very tense; I’m not going to hurt you, and I’m not going to ask you to do anything you haven’t already imagined.” His strong hand kneading my neck and shoulder was starting to feel very good, and my libido flared anew, despite my trepidation.
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With his other hand he was still touching himself, gently masturbating, but now he reached out and took my hand, moving it to his cock and then covering it with his own, forming my much smaller hand around the thick, hard ridge of his erection. “You’ve wanted to do this.” “Yes…” My fingers closed on his bulge, squeezing him and feeling him pulse. Butterflyred lesbian webcams free no sign up. I was extremely aware of the thickness of his cock, and of how hard and hot it felt in my hand. Ameliya free indian online live sex video chatting. The butterflies low in my tummy fluttered around, dodging the electric sparks of arousal shooting around just below, and when I felt his hand on my bare thigh they all went crazy.

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