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We paused a little and then Anton retracted his cock slowly, just so that only the head of his cock was penetrating me. Immediately he pushed back into me. This time It went in easily. I could now feel him squeezing my prostate each as he slid into me. “Oh yeah, Dave. Now I’m going to fuck you good,” said Anton. He started to fuck me faster and faster. Each long deep stroke giving me an indescribable fullness and each time he retracted I felt like I was emptying my soul. Faster and faster he went, not holding back as he seemed like he was approaching orgasm. I was in ecstasy, loving being fucked by this monster cock. Then I felt it. the cock swelling, Anton was shouting my name, “Oh, fuck yeah, Dave, I’m gonna fill your ass with cum.” I felt it unleash inside me. Deep inside, I felt the warm jets cover the depths of my asshole. Each stream of cum drove me closer to orgasm. Finally, I unleashed a torrent of cum from my cock. It was unlike any other orgasm I’d ever had. It was one. We sat on the sofa as her kids were sleeping. We were talking as I was on my trousers. All of a sudden my 6.5-inch dick stood up and she saw it. I said sorry I am feeling something. I pointed towards my hard dick.She was also horny at the same time. She took a bold move and touched my cock. My god, it was such a nice feeling. Then I started to kiss her she too responded. Then I went to her neck and slowly started pressing those soft boobs. our tongue kissing each other while she was rubbing my cock.It was all like pure love we kissing deep tongue kissing. Then I went to her pussy started to kiss and gently licking and teasing her pussy sidewise. She was moaning and then it was her turn. She pulled my trousers down. My cock was hard. She first kissed the tip and was teasing me with her lips.Slowly she started sucking up and I came in her mouth. That night I didn’t fuck her as I had no condom with me. We sat on the sofa with her in my arms feeling the fragrance of her bod hugging her.
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