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She tugs the waistband down. My dick springs free. Jaya looks a bit stunned.“Is this is because of me?” she whispers.”Can you see anyone else here, Jaya,” I say firmly. “This is all you’re doing.” She smiles and says, “Well, if it is because of me, the least I can do is fix it.” With that, she wraps her right hand around my dick and caresses it, I moan, which only seems to encourage her. She still takes it slow, pulling down my foreskin completely to reveal the full, head of my dick. I shudder. I was expecting the boyfriend. He arrived at 12 PM or so in his wife beater and some tore up jeans. We chatted for a minute and then it was on, as usual. He began to rub my pussy until I became really wet. He already knows the secret to my pussy is just rub! I'm like the magic lamp of sex. Rub me a few times and you can bet you were going to get laid. Minutes passed and I was nude on my bed. His cock shoving deep into my mouth. The taste of his cum was salty and not very satisfying as usual. I.

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