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Then it rattled on the rings and rod above as it was yanked the rest of the way open. "Holly!" Chris turned off the water and climbed into the tub, too, gathering me in a towel.
"Does he cause you to make sounds like I do?" He moved his right hand underneath my top and slowly slid it up and down my side from my waist to the bottom of my bra then back. Again.
He'd taught me there was an art to eating pussy.
I wanted to do whatever I could to hold onto the rest.
I'd started sniffling and coughing almost two weeks ago after my thirtieth birthday celebration (which had consisted of just the two of us, a bottle of chocolate sauce, a container of whipped topping, my little toy box, and the kitchen island). But there was more to my current demeanor.
It was like a mutual massage for a couple of minutes while I continued to suck gently on the head of his cock.