Your erotic stories

You and I had just entered the motel room. Driving there, we had been playing; your hand up my skirt; my hand in your pants. We were both ready for something more, anxious, more than ready. Your hand had worked it's magic as always. With fingers as large as some men's cocks and more talented than many, you truly enjoyed teasing me physically, until I was ready to beg for relief.

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