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An Itch That Needed A Scrat
They had kept me sitting on the pedestal for what felt like an eternity. They had instructed me to open my legs and slowly stroke my cock. I was happy to comply. They were caring enough to soothe my youthful nerves but assertive enough as they wanted to be. In the moody half-light, they kissed and caressed their naked bodies. I was transfixed by their foreplay. They had shared a leisurely sixty-nine, her lithe body perched on top of his muscular frame. His mouth nestled between her legs worked...
Bisexual