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He squirmed on the bed as the soft, lubed palm of my left hand slowly stroked his pulsating cock. I was his fantasy girl. I was his every masturbatory dream come to life.
“Please Rhianna,” he begged. “I can’t take any more. I need to cum.”
Then my strokes grew slower, softer … he knew his request would fall on deaf ears because we had done this dance before, and he was well aware that the orgasmic release he craved could only happen at my behest. And so my left hand continued it’s a slippery journey along his manhood, my right hand began to massage his balls moving then to his taint.
“Oh God,” he moaned as my fingertips teased his asshole. The head of his cock was ready to burst.