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My back was so blissfully massaged by his hands. He continued by saying he had to get on my legs. I then unzipped my pants, took them off, and showed off my matching underwear. He started working his way down my legs, concentrating on my thighs in particular. I tried not to think about it as he got close to my pussy, but my pussy was unable to as it began to grow moist. I hoped he wouldn’t notice since I felt a bit ashamed.

Then, he began climbing up my arse and increasing the pressure he was putting with his hands. I deliberately spread my legs so that he could see the opening of my pussy through my see-through underwear since my pussy was leaking at this point and I didn’t want him to stop.

Despite the fact that we were both silent, I stood where I could see that he could see what I wanted him to accomplish. His hands drew nearer as he gave my inner thighs a round massage. I started to sigh quietly to let him know I wanted it.

He soon had his fingers gliding across my pussy’s lips. He continued to poke me with his fingers as I moved my legs more aside to make it easier for him to get to me. Just from the anticipation, I experienced a brief orgasm. He used it as a hint to stick his fingers directly into my gaping, sopping pussy. He began to vigorously push on my G-spot while stroking it with his curled-up fingers. I sighed and commanded him to continue.

He continued to stroke the clit, the hood, and the walls of my pussy at the same time. On the verge of an orgasm, I was panting.

As his fingers became quicker, I tightened my grip on his bedclothes. In addition to toying with my clit, he ran his fingers up and down my pussy.

He heard me grumble that I was about to cum all over his hand. The quicker he went, the closer I got to crushing him.

My entire body was at ease, and I returned the favor by giving him a tongue massage. After our little massage, it seemed more worthwhile to train for the marathon.

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