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Sex phone chat on the Net

Sex phone chat

My husband has been paying you for tennis lessons. You’ve been such a good teacher. So hands on, helping me with my stroke. My endurance. My stamina. It’s all you baby. I don’t think he was planning on you taking such a hands on approach. They are my favorite part of the lesson. Bending me over on the net if I did a good job that day. Letting me feel that hard cock grind against my ass as you help me with my positioning. “Good girl, you’re coming so far along. Learning so much. My top student.” you grin, making me moan as you lean into me, reaching and grabbing my tits. Squeezing and fondling them as you dry hump my ass. I can feel my pussy juices soaking my athletic panties before your strong fingers tug at the waist band and pull them down just enough to slide that hard cock I’ve been wanting so bad into my pussy. I feel you shudder and then groan. My pussy clenching around your cock. I could feel the net rocking underneath me as you started to fuck me. Using the net like a sex swing to help pull me back onto your cock and letting the air fill with the slaps from our hips and my moans. Your cock hits just all the right spots and I find myself cumming around your cock. Followed by you shooting a huge load into my pussy for my husband to enjoy eating out of my cunt later whether he knows it or not. “I swear Reesa. You get better every practice.” you pant pulling your softening cock out of my pussy. “See you next week? Make sure you work on that backstroke.” I moaned and stood up, wiggling back into the panties and feeling your cum squish in them. “Mmm, yes sir.”


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