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"Will you suck my balls?"

"Of course. If I were a guy I'd probably want my balls sucked."

"Gentle!"

I'd put a pillow under my ass so she didn't have to dig her chin into mattress to tongue me.

Relaxing my thighs, I let my balls sink down against her active tongue, rough sweetness tugging the loose skin under my sack.

"Can you take them into your mouth?"

"If I'm soapy..."

"You taste fine."

Square-jawed Jasmine continues to lap: Almost scratchy, a cat's tongue. Each swipe feels like a tang or a twinge or a shiver or sting. She takes the tuft of hair that dangles from my balls between her lips and tugs it: My balls shift in my sack as she presses and mouths them.

She slurps. Wet. What she would want.

"Let's not lose our friend."

She tries to harden me by jerking me off, but the condom falls off:

"I always carrry a spare"

"Uh."

"Don't worry."

Again, squatting, she puts me back up her: Squat squat thwack thwack thwack thwack—

She cuts out the agency by leaving her card.

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>> posted by Anonymous • 10/18/2003 06:52:00 PM • 0 comments

We both push

but I do most of the pulling.

I might reach under a cheek and pull up, over, when I'd like to take her up on all fours.

And then doggy styling, all the way up her, I might reach both hands under her haunches and pull up her pelvis so her cheeks squash flat at my belly.

Or pull up on her left haunch when I'd like her to roll over on her back.

Then again from beneath I might want to take control of the pace, so I'd grab both of her checks, pull her down down me, hold her in place, pull up, then ease her down me again.

Or, starting, I might quickly pull her whole torso down toward the foot of the bed, so when I'm in her and thrusting I don't bang my head on the backboard.

And though we both push in reciprocal action, she'll push with her pelvis and ass; I'll push with my hands, too: If she kisses and we've finished kissing, her head toward my nipples if I'd like her to suck them; if she's at my dick, toward my balls if I'd like to lick them; if she's at my balls, toward my
anus if I'd like her to rim me.

We both push, I pull her; only rarely does she pull me.

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>> posted by Anonymous • 10/17/2003 10:31:00 PM • 0 comments

Pure happiness:

with my legs in the air, like a fat baby boy grinning up from a stroller when we look down at him, smile, and coo.

Her tongue laves my anus.

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>> posted by Anonymous • 10/16/2003 01:28:00 PM • 0 comments

Her hands on my cheeks,

face down I push up my ass, relieving the pressure. She rubs warm oil down the backs of my thighs, down the backs of my calves. She raises my right foot, hammers my instep, and pulling each toe makes my cartilage snap snap snap snap snap. [Repeat, left.] I spread my legs slightly and sigh. She runs her hands from my feet up my legs, brushes my balls then kneads my neck, my shoulders. [Repeat, left.] She works down my bicpes, my forearms, down to my fingers: snap snap snap snap snap. She works more on my neck, works down, down, down, to my cheeks, kneads them, cups them:

Pauses.

I push my ass up against her hands, feeling the warmth, the oil, her palms.

Then her hands leave me.

A drawer slides open, then shuts. Latex crackles.

Something, a fingertip, lays down a bead of cool goo at my asscrack, then smoothly and surely works into my anus three knuckles deep.

All without saying a word.

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