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"Partly. " "Why now?" Chris's voice was tinged with anger. His fingers gripped me tighter, making me wince. "Why come clean after all this time?" Dirk didn't answer but went back to the door and pulled it open.
Fragile at the core but with a tough outer shell. Braving the path alone and pressing on because he had faith that it would all be worth it some day. My eyes fluttered open at his fingertips brushing against my forehead. When I looked at him again, he was worrying his lower lip. I swallowed and blinked away my unshed tears, smiling at him.
And my hands or arms needed to be restrained in some way. Who'd have thought it. We'd done lessons on the differences between a blow job versus face fucking. The various sex positions to get the desired internal contact, the most orgasms, and to delay the former the longest. He'd taught me there was an art to eating pussy.
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I held it away and squeezed him lightly. Chris groaned. "Oh, God, Holly. Mmm. That was.
Something. He kept it up for several minutes. Then he played with my asshole again. Pressed in with one finger. "Chris!" My cry came out garbled when I pressed my face into the pillow.
Any thoughts of having the privilege of sucking it, though, were dashed when he maneuvered between my legs and sat back down. Although he was seated properly on the couch now, he was sideways to me with my left knee held up behind him against the back cushion of the couch. My other leg was draped so that my calf rested in his lap, his cock propped up between his abs and my shin. The coolness of the balls from the Jacob's Ladder sent a little shiver from my leg all the way up my spine.