The tightening in your balls is getting worse as your legs start to shake. Suddenly Tamara’s velvet vice clamps down on you as she cums again. “Give it to me now, John!” she begs as her juices flood against your manhood.
Not one to turn down an invitation like that, you push as deep as you can go and hold her aloft as you spend yourself inside her, each spasm causing you to wiggle and throb inside her, in turn making her orgasm longer and harder. Finally, your body spent, you lean against her, holding her tightly as the two of you catch your breath.
You let her down and the two of you quickly get your clothes on, helping each other clean up as best you can. With a smile, Tamara pulls out a piece of paper and writes down her cell number. “Give me a call this weekend…we’ll see what else we can pull up.” She gives you one last kiss and squeezes your balls through your shorts before she walks off.
At that moment, your cell rings. You answer it and Britney yells at you. “Where are you? I’ve been out here for thirty minutes! Danielle’s at the Food Court now waiting on us….” She stops, noticing the slight panting in your voice. “John, are you okay? You sound out of breath.”
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