” I hadn’t, but I’d thought about it a couple of times. “Not yet, but I might.” I paused, confidence growing. “You'd like that, wouldn’t...you? You dirty little slut.” “Yes I would,” said Kate, looking up at me and staring at the tip of my cock as I worked the shaft back and forth. “I love when men I love spill their cum for me.” She was breathing hard now, her hand moving faster between her legs.

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