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She she needs pussy felt so warm, the skin of her back so soft under my fingers. I lay she needs pussy there content both hearing and feeling her deep breathing. My hand betrayed me, my fingers kept tensing while they she needs pussy should have been resting on her back, wanting, needing to feel, to experience more of her body. It took my whole focus to keep my hand still on her back, and to control my own breathing. Then I felt her hand raise from it's place near the middle of my back, her wrist still resting across my side. I was worried that she was uncomfortable, and lightened my touch, hoping she would see I didn't mind if she wanted to move. Instead I felt the she needs pussy lightest touch of a single finger move across my skin.
I spread her pussy lips and licked passionately, moaning against the burning, soaking flesh as she mirrored my she needs pussy actions. The pleasure was growing and building, reaching that shattering pinnacle. My whole body was on fire. "I'm going to cum," I stammered into her, sucking harder. "Me too," she cried. "Soon." I wasn't going to let myself go until she did. I pulled back from her tongue a bit, holding until I heard her moans turn to screams, and we came in a smooth, drunken, hot unconsciousness. She scooted up next to me, playing with my hair. We both lay with our heads in our hands, smiling at my boyfriend, who had stripped down to his boxers. A string of cum trickled down his pants, thrown on the floor.
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