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The only thing that kept me from coming with her was what I had in mind. She was still shaking out of breath when I pulled out and from under her, making her stay on her knees while I reached out for another fat bead. Somehow I remembered to wipe my cock dry. We had to change the bed sheets anyway. I kneeled behind Steph right when she tried to move. To keep her in place, I parked my pounding cock on top of her buttocks and squeezed the bead on it like that, letting some drops trickle down on her. I sat on my heels, putting my hands to work, one of them stroking my cock to spread the oil, the other rubbing those few drops on her butthole.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried, raising her head like she needed more air.

I wasn’t surprised to see her arch her back and push her ass against my fingers. They brushed her skin apart to reach her flesh. The way she rocked her hips granted me deeper access. I should’ve taken notice of the effect it had on her, but I had no room for deductions in my head. The