Secret Lives: Chapter 10

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I woke up several hours later and several things came to my realisation. The first is that I had a raging hardon and the worst case of blue balls that I could remember since high school. The reason for it, apart from an entire day of intense teasing with no satisfaction, was the next thing I became aware of. At some point during the night I had rolled over and cuddled up to Sarah. She was facing away from me and had her istanbul travesti ass pressed firmly into my crotch. My cock was nestled firmly between the top of her ass cheeks and the head of my cock had emerged out over the waist band of my underwear. Her shirt had ridden up and apparently Sarah had decided against wearing underwear to bed. I stayed dead still until I could figure out how to extract myself istanbul travestileri from this situation without waking Sarah. I was telling myself that as soon as I was out of bed I would go and have a wank to sort this out. I began to remove my hand that was resting on her belly. As soon as I moved though she grabbed it with her own and raised it to her chest between her breasts. Oh crap I’m trapped. travesti istanbul She gave a happy little moan and moved her hips. My cock slid deeper into her ass crack. Oh fuck. I was practically chanting to myself. “Don’t cum on her ass. Don’t cum on her ass. Don’t cum on her ass.” The problem being that I then thought about cumming on her ass and moved one step closer to actually doing it. Sarah moved again, her hand moved mine to her breast. She used her thumb to lightly pinch her nipple between her hand and mine. It was very hard and the movement caused her to moan again. Again she moved her hips, making my cock slide deeper still. I could feel the heat of her arousal against my skin.

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