” came the reply, followed by a series of squeaky gasps as he swapped his thumb for an index finger. Her muscles began to spasm around his thrusting...cock. He felt an urge of pleasure from his groin up and moaned, “honey, will you let me fuck you here?”“I so want to feel me in there.”“yes. Yes please.” she breathed, between moans. “there’s gel in there” she said gesturing towards the cabinet above. Still pumping away, he reached up one hand to open the cupboard with his other hand still. The masseur, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, invited me to take off my clothes and put them over the back of a chair while he went to get his massage oil. I did as he said - except for removing my tighty whities - and laid down on my stomach. I heard the door open and a soothing voice saying: "Oh you can take off your Jockeys, man. I don't want to get oil on them." I stood up and peeled them down to hear him say "That is one fine ass you have on you!" I told him that I had been dancing for. As much as Haleigh dresses the true preacher’s daughter part, her dead giveaway of her being one is her pure angelic face. One look at her as she smiles and one can tell that she is as pure as the day she was born. I am telling no lie with what I say here. As I mentioned earlier, Haleigh does not even realize how much of a virgin aura she exudes. It is the type of aura that leaves much to the imagination to anyone who meets her, especially if you are a man. I am sure that some women have. I laid down on the conference table and she started to unbutton my shirt. I couldn't see that well, because I had my glasses off, but I could tell she was grinning maniaclly. Once my shirt was off she wrapped her arms around my body and unhooked my bra. Then her hands went straight to my breasts, massaging them in circles. Her mouth went to my left breast and her hand kept playing with my right. Her tongue, wiggling out of her mouth like an angry snake, just barely touched the tip of my breast..
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