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He didn’t want this to end yet, and if he wasn’t careful, he would lose control. He took a few steps back, his erection shiny from her juices, tapping her on the shoulder her once more gave her the command, she lowered herself to her knees and tasted herself on him as she drew his engorged member slowly between her lips, her salty taste was the length of his shaft and she slide down his fullness cleaning her wetness from him. He placed one hand on each side of her head, restraining her, restricting her movements to almost nothing, she brought her hands up and clasped his wrists in self protection. ?NO? he said firmly, she dropped her hands to her sides ?don’t touch without permission? he instructed as he pushed forward into her mouth. His hands holding her head firmly but gently as he fucked her mouth tenderly, thrusting slowly and deeply into her. His hips gyrating slowly as he pushed in again and again.She was delighted, his restriction increased her pleasure, his forcefulness. I knew that i didn't want him to be my first though. He looked too big and i didn't think it would be good to try anything, he was married and a biker after all. I still fantasized about it when i was riding my favorite vibe though."I brought some of the homemade beer that i promised you last time." he said as he walked up. He walked around the table and straddled the bench about 3 feet from me. The way he was sitting made the bulge looked bigger. I tried to ignore it as he handed me a beer. The beer was a very dark start, strong and kinda bitter. It was very cold and tasted really good in the hot sun. He'd only brought 2 apiece and i drank both of mine in about 30 minutes. i started noticing how the motion of my clothes felt across my skin, how the tape holding my ovaries in and clit in place felt and how the toe ring on my right pinkie felt. The motion of the clothes, pressure of the tape and ring felt amazing and was making me really horny. my eyes kept drifting to the bulge and i.
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I told him that he would need to help me with something first that he could never tell anyone else about; only then would I give them to him. He further asked what he would need to do. I then decided to give him a physical test to to see if he would deny me. I kneeled down in front of the chair where he was sitting, reached for his hands, and again got him to interlace them with mine. There was no protest. Then I leaned in closer to his body, and started kissing him on the cheek. Again, no protest. When I went for his lips was the first time he balked. He asked me to stop kissing him. I suggested I was not sure if he was up for the task necessary, but he said he really wanted my car collection. I asked him to come upstairs with me. We sat on the edge of my bed for a few minutes, where he allowed me to again take him in my lap, take his hands in mine, and managed to manipulate his buttocks down on my member. We made small innocent talk, all the while him playing with his.

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