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She squeezed the base of his cock even harder and redoubled her efforts, until a second later she felt his pulse raise to a crescendo, his cock pulsating in her hand. For a moment she thought nothing was else would happen, until the next pulse brought a hot shot of cum into the back of her throat. She pulled back a bit, until only the head of his cock was still in the vacuum seal of her lips. It spasmed again and even more hot sperm fired into her mouth, this time basting her tongue and her cheek. It jerked another time and then another and even more filled her mouth. It pulsated again a few more time, but with her tongue she could feel only a bit more dribble out the end of his cock.

“Look what you’re making me do? I was supposed to stop this and now…Oh fuck!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah, right there…right there...just like that…just like that…just like…oh my fucking God!!” I felt every muscle in her body tense and then release in a rush of pleasure. “Ooooh…ooooh…oh! Yeah!” I pulled her closer until her body stopped trembling. I withdrew my finger from her pussy and licked her juices from it. Mrs. B. was smiling now as she pulled harder on my rigid dick. She started to pull my pants down over my hips and going down to her knees, but I stopped her. She looked up at me, surprised.

“Hey, you said you need to stay in shape.”“At least I didn’t have to clean them.”Speaking of Cyrilo, she says it’s time for your shift.”