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small hairs that curl across his butt. He moves his hips up and down and he uses
the muscle that moves his penis to make it hit the tip of my nose. I keep my mouth closed tight. I don't even risk a pucker because he could probably pry through the space between my lips. I keep stroking his butt, and sometimes the insides of his thighs. He says, "Is this another time when you're never giving me a blow job for the rest of my life?" I say, "Yes." I used to think I wasn't wet because I'm getting old.
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