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A Boy at a Girls School | staafje | 7

 

You can feel the tight tendons in her inner thighs like cords around your hips, and her heels in the curve at the base of your spine lock together, pulling you in, willing you deeper. You want to stay buried to the hilt in her velvet heat forever, but again instinct dictates otherwise.

You slowly withdraw, feeling every centimeter of her silky smooth vagina exquisitely sliding along your tingling skin, only to slam again into her liquid softness, drawing a cry of agonised ecstasy from you both.

Together you create a rhythm, a wetly sensual grinding and thrusting erotic dance. Together you bring each other to arching, aching climax and release. Shanice is screaming, raking at you with clawed fingers, drawing blood in her twisting ecstasy; you crying out in shuddering animalistic satisfaction as you forcefully pump your liquid seed into Shanice's thirsty body, to be captured and contained by the restraining condom.

You subside together, clutching each other with arms and legs, shuddering with aftershocks and electric spasms.

“Fuck, Shanice you blow me away.”

“, now I know what a proper orgasm is like.” Shanice replies raising herself on one elbow to look along your flat stomach.

Reaching out, she takes your flaccid member in her fingers and removes the heavily full condom, slowly stroking you until she feels your hardening flesh begin to fill her hand. Sitting up, she bends over your lap and licks around the tip of your cock, her flicking pink tongue tasting you.

You feel her warm lips engulf you and slide gently up and down your now rigid length. Shanice sits up and looks at you, her semen smeared lips curving in a wicked smile. “Let's do it again, ,” she says, “I want us to try lots of different stuff.”

You grin up at her and say, “No arguments here, Shanice.”

 

Do you try something different? With who?

 
 
 

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