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Don'T

The first time ever I held your hips

        with us joined at the groin

        gazing down at your lovely back

        as your tender cheeks bounced against me

        something inside of me shuddered

        and every thrust was a kiss

        loving you more and more 
        
        with each passing minute
              
                with you holding me inside

        with me withdrawing so unwillingly

        and teasing you with my tip

        and sliding in again and again

        and caressing your legs

        as you moaned and groaned and then

        shouted, at the top of your lungs

        'Don't, Don't!' and I stopped and
        
        you moaned softly, 'Don't' and the

        next part was muffled in your pillow

        and I worried what must the neighbors think

        and I said 'What's the matter am I hurting you?',

        and you looked up from your pillow

        face flushed red with excitement

        and looked back at me with annoyance

        and said 'No, keep doing what you're doing, just

        DONT COME YET!!'

        and I continued and I realized that I WAS

        on the verge of coming and you could probably

        feel me swelling inside of you

        the way I do before I come

        and you continued moaning,

        'Don't, don't, don't come yet,
please don't come yet'.

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