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While driving, that I have to slide my finger with pink nails into my wet panties to suck my sticky goo off my finger. And I love that thick taste as it slides down my throat. One those times I got so turned on when I got home...pulling my seat down....a finger in my ass....as I tickled my p spot ...with my 8 inch dick out...feeling my precum slowly run down my shaft, creating a puddle beneath me as I was lost in my orgasm.... shuddering, oh God yes....as shot spasms of my sex all over my car....as my finger kept tickling smaller loads of my sex on the seat. The perfume, and musky aroma of my sperm made it clear that a filthy whore came home. But now I am by myself ready to take my fun into a new level. As I pull my butt plug...I begin to drip from stuff she cock. That is when I run half a strawberry over my wet cock. The feeling of that fruit makes me pulse some more. My quivering of the thought of having my semen all over it...in my greedy mouth makes me so horny. I slide. When we screw around, to us it's a lot like... jerking ourselves off."Eric was quietly absorbing my words for so long, I knew he had been hurt by my words."Eric... Does this mean you like Joey better than me? I mean, I can't blame you if you think he's sexier than I am. I always... " No! Nothing like that. You're the sexiest person I have ever known. Your body gives me a hard on just thinking about it. See?" he said pulling it out. "But when I found out about you and Joey doing it, I thought... you know... he would want to do it with me. I guess I've been getting my hopes up about having another guy to mess around with."But you know what?" Eric continued while he slipped his shorts off completely and moved closer to me. "If I never find another guy as long as I live, I'll still die happy because I had you."After a long lusty kiss, I said to Eric, "We only have five minutes before we have to go back. What do you want to do?" Can I suck you off?" he said immediately, rubbing his hand.
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