He kept pounding and pounding, my second o****m crept up on me and them my third. "You know what else makes me feel like a lucky man?" I was beyond response to anything verbal. He wore me out. It was a wonder I was still standing. Or maybe it was because he was holding my weight by my waist.
He was uncontrollable by now, I knew he was close. At the park this other day, I was with a group of women, nice people, they were talking about stuff. At first I didn't want to listen to them, it was lewd.
But they talked a lot about the bedroom and how to pleasure your man right. The topic is very explicit but I got a tip from it, I wanted to try it out. They said, when he was close to o****m, fondle his testicles.
Reaching in between my own thighs I find his balls slapping my pert little butt. I
