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From c**k to Clouds(2)
As I thrust my hand into my pants, Marisol’s sensual face appeared on the screen. I pulled my thick tip free from my jeans and tugged with purpose. I unbuttoned my patterned shirt a little, exposing my hard stomach.
I remembered each pump of her mouth around my c**k. My hands followed the rhythm of that memory, matching the images on the screen. My c**k needed both hands. I held the base with one while moving my foreskin up and down along the head and shaft with the other.
Watching us f**k, imagining how we might do it again tomorrow, and jerking myself at the same time was almost surreal. My focus stayed locked on the screen, on the way her mouth swallowed me with ease. The memory of her skill burned hotter inside me. I unbuttoned my shirt further, still gri
