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I can feel a pleasurable stir within my tight briefs as I move my right hand down to caress the soft fabric covering my cock. Trixie's soft ass and tits felt wonderful and the growing pleasure emanating from my groin began to turn the tide of our 'battle of the lap dance' in my favor. Well, what I mean by hard is that I'm thrusting my erection into her while she tells me how "wet" she is and how good my "fucking cock" feels as it slides around inside her "steaming hot pussy." All of the sudden I notice, as she tells me to "slam it in harder" and squeezes my ass with her hands, a churning feeling at the tip of my cock and realize that I'm ejaculating.
But, I freely admit that some days I have awoken some time later with my hands in my pants, fingers around my clit or in my pussy, having not achieved orgasm. By now, I have let my hand wander down into my shorts and I have two fingers resting on either side of my clit. As my fingers slide in and out of my soaking wet pussy and I rub my clit, I turn my head and see a man a short distance away. While I am in the middle of this fantasy, the only thing moving has been my two fingers, silently rubbing my clit between them.
Fingering myself, my thumb frantically rubbing my clit, I recalled making love in the college locker rooms after swim practice: not the most romantic environment unless you enjoy chlorine mixed with body odor. An intense orgasm rocked my body for the second time since I’d got home. I almost felt guilty for neglecting Bob. He was still packed in my luggage but the memories of Stone had supplied plenty of fuel for my second orgasm. I was up to three fingers in my pussy, Bob still in my unpacked luggage like a relic from another time. But, suddenly, just like he’d said, my body finally relaxed and I became used to the fullness of his amazing cock in my ass.
You begin to approach my pussy lips with your hard dick from behind and gently ease in. You subtly slide your hand to the front of my pussy and massage my clit between your two fingers. I’m moaning loudly as you begin to rub my nipple between your thumb and index finger, almost pinching me. I’m in so much pleasure I begin squirting my juices against the shower wall. As I focus on the pictures, I begin to rub my breasts and play with my nipples until they harden. I look at another picture and begin to suck my own breasts. As I massage my pussy, I slide two fingers in between my lips to rub my clit.
She slid her hand inside the v-neck of her top, under her bra and onto the hot skin of her naked breast as she remembered the feel of his weight on her body, his face close to hers, the whispering of soothing romantic words in her ear as he gently bit and nibbled her lobe, asking her if she was sure, if this was okay, was she sure that she wanted to go through with it? Firstly, he had kissed her pert nipple, licked it and then he had opened his mouth and taken it inside completely, murmuring words of encouragement the whole time, making her feel safe, wanted.
Finally, she was stroking my cock from behind with both hands, getting me good and hard. Jane's hips were rocking slightly; I imagined that she was thinking about stroking her boyfriend's cock from behind. The bubbles continued to tickle my feet and ankles, and the splashing sounds made it feel like we were on some exotic beach in the Caribbean." I kept sliding my hands up and down my shaft, slowly and gently, not in a hurry. "She could tell I was almost ready to cum, just like I am now, so she stopped and squeezed my cock until things calmed down a bit. My breathing was getting heavy, too, as imagined myself brutally fucking her pussy, and felt the cum boiling in my balls.