#75289 - But now where were we going? You become amused and intrigued as we drive for about ninety minutes out of town, for the latter part along the rough tracks of a State forest, the moon full and creamy in the summer sky. Moving, massaging, squirming your now soaking fingers around inside yourself, you rub and stroke the places that excite you most, sometimes with just the fingertips, then plunging all your fingers deep inside as far as the knuckles, the sound of wet, sticky flesh seeming loud in the silent room You hear me gasp and you open your eyes to see me kneeling in front of you, watching intently every move you make. You run your fingernails lightly across my balls and up my perineum to my ass.
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