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June seemed barely conscious, but she parted her legs and
wriggled her hips and her cunt slid onto my cock. If the fact of my
hard-on was surprising, the renewed tightness of her cunt was
downright astonishing.
Prone atop me, her hips barely moving, June pumped my cock
slowly with her cunt. Her eyes opened slightly and she pressed her
lips to my nipple, then raised her head slightly and smiled — at
my expression of amazement, I guess.
“How can you be so tight again?” I whispered.
Her smile broadened — and then her cunt suddenly closed
around my cock. She squeezed, relaxed, squeezed, relaxed — it
almost felt like her cunt was sucking me.
“Do you think you can cum again, my sweet darling?”
“I — I doubt it.”
“I don’t. I am going to make you cum.”
I’m not sure exactly how she did it or even what she did, but
suddenly my cock was pulsating and then I was spurting into her
again. She pressed her pubis down against mine, grinding her
clitoris against me. Her mouth went slack and she gave a soft
little cry of pleasure — and then she collapsed upon me, as limp
as my cock.

asian slut And all the time, her legs widespread and now bent slightly at
the knees, her hips were moving – back-forth, back-forth.
Her eyes opened. They were glassy. She looked almost drugged.
Slowly, she focused on my face.
“Nothing … has ever … been so … good … ” she breathed.
“I can’t stop cumming …. ”
My balls were beginning to throb with the prolonged arousal.
She reached for my cock in slow motion. Her hand rested lightly on
it, fell back to the bed, then again reached for it. She grabbed it
and pulled.