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When his chest began to rise and fall peacefully I focused on turning the locks. “Doesn’t that feel better?” he asked, he was breathing heavier now as he stood there staring at me, towel hanging in his hands
. He the straddled my lawn chair and directed me to suck him. When he climbed on top of me I was sure he was going to try to slip his cock into my pussy, the same pussy that was betraying me by getting wet