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The Young SwappersJoel felt a surging sense of determination and as Faye let her fingers move ever so slowly up and down his cock, he knew that it would not take long for her to pump some new life into it. His penis had faded little in the immediate aftermath of that huge explosion, but Joel certainly wasn’t about to panic. He knew that the human phallus operated in that manner, and that all it would take would be a few encouraging strokes on the part of Faye to get him back up to where he had previously been. She used the fingers of both hands to work up and down the base of his tool. As he manipulated, Joel grinned happily, then moved the fingers of both hands through her hair. He liked the rich and rewarding experience of allowing his fingers to come into contact with the smooth, long locks of blond hair. He also was aware of the fact that, by providing her with some additional strokes, he was making her even more desirous to do the right thing for him. “You just keep fingering my cock,” Joel said. “I love it. You’re gonna get me up there again, baby, right up there to where I can screw again.” “You could screw again right now.” “Oh, sure I could ...» |
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