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. And he started pumping me now .. And I was moaning Ahhhhh yes Raj yeahhhh ohhhhh yeah ahhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh harder Raj ahhh ahhhh fuck fuck fuck ohhhh yeah fuck me fuck me ummmmmm yes baby ughhhhhh and now he made me in doggy position and fucked me from behind .. This was even better … His duck went it depper and his strokes had become faster now and I was screaming now … We both totally forgot Shilpa is in the room too .. Then he lies on the bed and I come on top .. I sit 0n his dick and started .. He was enjoying and making moans .. I was jumping harder and higher as a I jump high his dick lands up deep inside … I kept screaming ahhhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhh ahhhhhh ahhhhhhh ahhhhh and my boobs were bouncing … He held my boobs and was pressing them and pinching my nipples I was going mad and jumping .. Humping him harder … I was about to have my 3rd orgasm by now and he said he’s about to cum too .. We both cum on the same time with a loud moan. It wasn?tunpleasant, I conceded, but it was very powerful and deeply masculine. Itwas as if I had my face pressed against his body, and as I felt the bedsprings creak under Marcus? weight as he clambered into the bedspace toposition himself for the massage, I became acutely aware of feelingsurrounded by his presence. It made my heart pound and I knew mybreathing was more shallow and ragged as I awaited the start of themassage."Right, I?m going to start down by your ankles," Marcus soothed, hisvoice low and quiet. "Let me know if the pressure?s too much, or ifanything else bothers you or hurts you, and I?ll adjust."With that I felt Marcus? hands grasp my left ankle and I had to stifle agasp as his strong fingers compressed and manipulated my joint. His handsfelt warm against my bare skin and I felt sure I was sweating as he easedtension out of my ankle with slow, firm, rhythmic movements. He hadobviously done this countless times in the past, as his expert techniquessoon had my ankle.
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