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The Digit

... her encircling mouth. She was losing control also, causing her to clamp her mouth harder around his still growing dick. Her hands moved. One grabbing the pale bare ass that she had recently uncovered, the other kneading and rolling his hanging balls. As her hungry mouth worked without moving. She expertly was letting him do the fucking of her wonton mouth. Then it began to happen. She felt his balls drawing up and knew he was trying his best to hold back. To hold on to the amazing moment. After what seemed like a short minute to her and an eternity to him, he began to release. The spurts of warm liquid came from the small split on the end on his penis. Small short spurts at first, accompanying the movements of his hips. Then the volume increased greatly and with each thrust into her open mouth the sticky juices flowed. To the point of overflowing. His sperm filled her now wide open mouth, the only contact being her tongue as it was held tightly against the lower side of his still moving shaft. She took all of him, with very little dripping down across her chin from her lower lip. His hand was now on himself, milking himself for her. They both wanted more.