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Ron said that it was the most erotic experience he had ever had and that what he had really wanted to do was to enter the room nude and fuck me right after I had the black teen creampie with John. He said that watching John’s cock enter my mouth, how I had held his prick in my hands was also very erotic. But, when John came and I began to choke he decided that that was the time he should step into the hall. Because, Ron informed me, he feared that we would head for the bedroom next and discover him standing in the hall masturbating.
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