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I held back as long as I can, an evil leering grin across my face as I look down at the helpless, innocent young woman sprawled beneath me, while the throbbing head of my cock disappears into the blonde curly hair of her pussy. She knew I had been making her wet from the moment I asked if she had dressed for me that evening. My slacks slide down my legs to the floor, and it is then Carissa realized I hadn’t been wearing any briefs. She hears me zip my trousers and fasten my belt. I had returned to my car to fill my tank. Carissa’s knees suddenly turn to jelly, and a she feels that fluttery sensation in her belly as she headed back to her room. And she understood that she would be making a deliberate choice between masturbation and me. . I slaved over her, moving suddenly into longer smooth strokes that brought my cock almost all the way out of her tightly clasping sheath on the backstroke and then thrusting forward up