You close your eyes and grab my thighs as I move in an inaudible rhythm. Your cock is pulsating and I slowly start working at a different tempo. As you do I hold on to you and kiss you again, kissing still, I push you down on your back. Sliding my legs down again I ask you to pull me up. Mine? Yours? The smell of sex surrounds us and makes us want even more. It was olive oil, and he poured what felt like. "Lean back a little," he instructed me, "but keep where you can see your pussy real good." I leaned back on my elbows and watched. He took something from behind the mirror, but I couldn't see what it was. e was more like a scientist about the whole thing, or maybe a director. I was wearing the same fascinated expression, the same glazed look I'd seen on Rob's face a dozen times!Chris didn't have that look, though.
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