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My feet came up to the windowsill, to help my hips thrust into my hand, while the other hand wrapped and pressed my nuts. Oh, shit, it felt so frigging awesome. My crotch was catching fire, but I didn’t want to come. I wanted to feel this for as long as I could.

I tried until I found the right pace and the right way to move, thrusting only halfway up, for my fist to stroke my shaft all the way down to the base. And on its way back up, it pulled from my nuts, for my other hand to keep teasing them.

Soon I had to fight back my moans, my whole groin burning and my guts twisting in those awesome ripples that flooded me up to my navel. No way I was doing this again with only one bead.

I had a good start when my fist pulled up, and the fingers around my nuts slipped down, unwillingly rubbing the skin between them and my butthole. I relocated them right away. However, I felt the trace of oil left on that spot, so I brushed it to retrieve whatever oil I could for my nuts.

“Shit!” I muttered,