He Was Stroking His
All Those Cocks She
Gently But Insistently
I Scooted Over To Where
I Was Furiously Fucking
I Moved My Hand Up And
| But it wasn't the woman under the sleep mask with him who spoke. This is new, he thought. Have I taken myself so far into pleasure that I am hallucinating, he wondered.
Oh yeah, the windows are open, must have come from outside he decided. He went back to making love to the beautiful blond who was still wearing her bustier and stockings but had quite willingly removed her panties so that she could engage him. His fantasy mind worked even better when he took a specific image of a beautiful woman under the sleep mask with him.
When he was about ten minutes into his twenty-minute allotment of high pleasure he thought he heard a woman's voice saying "hello? Each cycle was accompanied by his moaning until there was a scream of pleasure and the caressing stopped. He had become quite good at estimating the amount of time that passed while he was blindfolded and riding the pleasure rollacoaster just below orgasm. His fingers worked on just the head and he could feel himself stiffening even more. He added a couple of drops of oil to the head and moaned as it began to swell to full definition.
I Was Convinced That
Anything That Is Except
I Was I Believed Still
Tonight Would Tell If
I Considered The Possibility
Bob Was Watching Us
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