Wild Orgasm at Party
Wild orgasm at party
Suddenly, she reached for my zipper. “Why don’t you help Dean take
my sweater off,” she said to Marty, as she dropped again to her
knees, this time in front of me. “I’d hate to get cum stains on
it.” She smiled coyly again. I didn’t come as quickly as Marty
had. When I did, though, she took my prick out of her mouth before
I’d finished, and directed the last hot spurts to her breasts.
That triggered her own orgasm (it was a quirk of hers that I, of
course, knew about, that when she was really highly aroused, she
could sometimes climax merely at the touch of hot semen on her
breasts) and she screamed. Fortunately, the jukebox outside the
door was loud enough that no one could hear.
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