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The beginnings of an orgasm tingled in my belly, and I forced it back, needing for this to go on and on. She pressed in and out slowly letting my body familiarize itself with each motion before increasing the strength and speed. She was nestled as far inside me as she could be, teasing my whiteboystomp inner walls with each movement. She whiteboystomp wiggled her fingers both up and down and side to side sending tiny shocks through me as she continued to press in pull back. I pressed down onto her my need growing with each stroke of her fingers. She responded by whiteboystomp sinking her fingers deeper and harder inside me. I rode her fingers, my hips rising and falling on them rhythmically. She plunged into me exploring whiteboystomp my depths through the tips of her fingers.
More hands ran over her sides and down to her hips, around to her ass, spreading her cheeks. Even more hands moved between her legs. She spread her feet slightly to let the hands there find her pussy. Fingers lifted her lips and moved upward until her clit was visible. "Put her down now," someone suggested. She was whiteboystomp eased downward then to the floor where she felt some kind of comfort or quilt had been spread. No one told her how to position herself, so she turned to lie on her back. Hands took her immediately. Hands found her breasts again. Hands lifted her legs and spread them. Hands were everywhere on her body, touching, caressing, probing, pulling her skin and pulling her to go with them where they wanted her to go.
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