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(The Massage, continued...)

“Don’t stop,” you groan, taking Sandra’s hand and placing it back on your on the massive bulge in your underpants.

She looks conflicted. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she mutters, but she doesn’t take her hand away again.

You place your hand over hers, guiding her in a stroking motion. Your underpants roll down, leaving half your dick exposed. Sandra’s palm brushes your knob and gets smeared with a glistening trail of pre-cum. She slides her hand inside your underwear and caresses your hairy balls.

“Let’s get these off,” she says, and pulls your underpants down your legs, discarding them on the floor. Then she squeezes some oil on her palm, grabs your cock again and starts jerking it in earnest.