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Her chest was heaving as she tried to breathe in between my pounding thrusts. I could see little rivers of sweat running across her forehead and down from her neck and between those wonderful breasts before turning and running down her sides. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me tighter to her as if wanting me to climb inside her. She put her arms around my shoulders and pulled me close. "Oh Jim! Jim, I'm going to cum. Ohh fuck! OHH FUUCK!" she cried out as I felt her pussy let go, and a warm flush of her pussy juice flowed past my cock and out onto the sheets under her. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, trying to milk it of its seed. I kept pounding her as she came, the squeezing tightness of her vise-like pussy bringing me to a climax almost simultaneously. As I felt myself cresting my mountain, I reached down and held her tight. I knew that some of my ex-girlfriends liked biting, so taking a chance, I bit her on the shoulder as I exploded inside her. It was a. "Oh no you don't," Dustin said in a warning tone. "This is about you today." I sat up and pouted. "I really wanted to know..."Dustin sighed and kissed me again. He pulled away after a while and just stared at me. "Justin," He started. "I don't taste nearly as good as you if you wanted to know. Now I have a question." I nodded, silently telling him to go on. "Do you want to stop here or keep going?"I thought about it for a while. I didn't know what would happen if I said yes. I hesitated before nodding. Dustin made sure that I wanted to do this before taking his pants off. I blushed, eyes wide. Oh my! My breathing became heavy as he dropped his pants to the floor.He sat beside me and smiled softly. Lifting me up, he set me down on his lap. "Up, up." He said, balancing me on my knees on either side of his legs. He stroked himself a couple of times before his dick stayed up by itself. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on my asshole and his dick. Dustin rested his hands on my waist.
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