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I slowly slid out till just the tip of my shaft kept the love tunnel open. On my second thrust I buried my shaft all the way. I could feel the oil working, a cool and tingly sensation. But I was expecting oxpass the sensation, Karen wasnÕt. OOH youÕve u-used th-that O Oil again, havenÕt Y-YOU!, she stammered. I thrust long and deep, making sure the oil bathe the whole of her insides, I carried on with slow oxpass long thrust, bringing Karen to two more very noisy orgasms, before I wanted to change to an other position. I needed to see all of her young lovely body, I withdrew my oxpass shaft, from a very wet love shoot. NO NO put it back in, she screamed. ItÕs all right, IÕm just changing oxpass positions.
Two hands were needed to be place, one above the other on the shaft, and there was still a mouthful extending out of sucking pleasure. Bob, said he was hoping I might come back and join him, and when I mumbled something incoherant while dropping to my knees in front of him, think he got the idea that our minds were on the same wave length. This guy stretched my jaw to points it had never been stretched before. But for 30 minutes I was able to savor, and appreciate his cock like no other since. To feel the knob filling your mouth to the max, and oh the desire oxpass to try and throat him (I didnt ofcourse was afraid I would rip out my vocal chords and everything else that is important there).
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