I started cumming through his stroking fist onto my belly. My ass clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed on his pistoning cock.His cock thickened,...lengthened, throbbed, jerked. I could feel the cum filling the rubber, the heat of it, heard the squishiness, felt and smelled our sweat together as I moaned and writhed, begged him to fuck me more.Thrust, pump, jerk back, thrust. He slammed into my pussy, jetting out more wads of cum with each drive to the hilt up my twat.He let down on top of. “What?” I asked, confused by his expression. “Nothing,” he said, but his smile grew even broader. “No seriously, Gary; what is it.” There was a nervousness in my voice. I feared that I was soon to be made the butt of a cruel joke. “Well, don’t get self conscious on me, but have you heard the expression ‘wet t-shirt’?” Gary said through a large smirk. “Well, I just learned that bras act the same way.” I looked down at my pale green cotton bra had all but disappeared in the wetness of the sap. My. More

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