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I kept my hands behind my head. “Claire. It’s your call. I’m not going to touch you unless you tell me to.”
Something broke open in her face. She leaned down and kissed me, soft and slow, then wrapped her oiled hand around my cock.
“God, you’re thick,” she breathed, and started to stroke.
She was a masseuse, and it showed. Long, twisting pulls from root to tip, her other hand cupping and rolling my balls. Her thumb circled the head until I was leaking all over her knuckles. Then she’d slow right down and squeeze, and I’d have to bite my lip to stay quiet.
“You can touch me now,” she whispered. “Please.”
She pulled her top off, then unhooked her bra. Her tits fell free, full and heavy, dark nipples hard as stones. I reached up and filled my hands with them, and she moaned and stroked me faster.
Then she pushed me back down, poured warm oil straight down her cleavage, and leaned over the table.
She wrapped her tits around my cock.
“Eleven years,” she said, pushing them together with both hands. “Eleven fucking years I’ve wanted this.”
She fucked me with them slowly. Slick, soft, tight. The head of my cock pushed up between them on every stroke and she licked it. My balls tightened. My thighs shook.
“Come on my tits,” she whispered. “Give it all to me.”
I came hard, shooting thick and hot across her chest and neck, and she kept squeezing until I was empty.
Ending 6 of 16: The Full Happy Ending. You found the full happy ending.