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hey stud, how's your sunday?

Just watched your cumshot again. God damn that's a fuckin nice cumshot. I'd love to jerk you off. I love seeing a guy shoot his cum. I'd have you sit in a comfortable chair, me kneeling before you. We're both naked... I massage your inner thighs, slowly and firmly... up your waist, intentionaly passing by your cock and balls, rubbing your tummy... circling your belly button, down to your pubes, running my fingers thru youe hair, still not touching your cock. back up your tummy to your chest... rubbing both hands accross your nipples as I kiss your inner thigh just an inch or two from your twitching balls. I begin to gently roll your nipples between my thumbs and index fingers, looking up at you, I smile and wink, then lean down and simultaneously kiss your sweet knob and pinch your nipples. You twitch, arch your back and moan as you spread your legs wider. I slide my hands down your tummy straight to your throbbing shaft...rubbing both hands over and around it... God, it's so fuckin' hard... cupping your balls in my left hand... grabbing your man muscle with my right, I begin stroking, slowly ... firmly... you squirm around a bit...gently tugging your balls, tugging your meat, I lean closer, you feel my hot breath between your legs as I ask " does my baby want to cum " " God yes" you reply. "Does my baby have a big fuckin' load for me ?" " Fuck.. the biggest". Your knob is shiny with precum now. I kiss the very tip, As I look up at you, precum strings from my lips to your knob. I wink and press my lips to your cock head and slowly suck your knob clean of precum. Another kiss on your knob, then I apply a dob of warming K-Y to your cock head... rubbing it arond until your manhood is totaly covered. I stroke with full, slow strokes. All the down to the base, all the way up, over the head... up and down, my fingers relaxing and contracting with each stroke... gradually increasing speed, not fast enough for you to notice yet... Oh God, you look so hot , squriming around, moaning, looking down between your legs, watching me pleasure your prick... "Does my baby want to shoot his jizz all over me ?" A barely audible reply " oh fuck yessss". Your cock is like a piece of steel, the head is deep purple... God, I know you want to hold back, but you can't... "I want your sperm, baby, fuckin' shoot it for me. Fuckin' jizz me,baby". I aim your cock at me... "Oh God, fuck yes" arching your back, your cock fuckin' explodes... cum gushing like an over pressured hose, long, syurpy spurts... all over my chest, my nipples, even my beard. God damn, so fuckin' much sperm... You needed that, baby.

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