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(The Massage, continued...)
Your raging lust suppresses your reason. “Yeah, keep going Sandra. That feels great” you mumble.
Her hands keep working your thighs and your cock is sliding back and forth against the rough towel. It won’t be long now. Doubts set in. How will you get away with blowing your load all over her towel? This could really end badly