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... life. A car door slammed shut, and Bob became extremely worried. His fear wasn't strong enough to overcome the sensation of Ali's violently jerking crotch sliding against his electrified manhood though. His stiffness began to pulsate---, there was no way of stopping it now! With a little concerted effort, Bob managed to slide his tracksuit bottoms down slightly, just enough to prevent making a mess inside them. Their genitals touched! Ali went rigid and held her breath. She bit her lip so hard that she drew bl**d. Watching her, Bob saw the intensity of her pleasure distort her face. This, in turn, initiated an eruption in him that made the whole of his body begin to shake. He started to cream all over her genital flesh and the silk of her thong. The pressure between his sex organ and her inflamed femininity amplified his orgasm. Each wave of sperm seemed to take an age to travel the length of his shaft, before being squeezed out between her flesh and his. Ali's head was spinning and her crotch was on fire. Shit, she loved this man. The doorbell rang. Ali grabbed Bob's face and kissed him passionately, as hard as was physically possible. Both of them were trembling now. Their sexual organs remained locked in firm contact; the intensity of their combined pleasure only just beginning to recede. ...

... Finally, Ali lifted her self slightly. Pulling her thong to one side, she set about feverishly massaging Bob's deposit into her swollen flesh, studying the look on his face as she did so. Smearing most of it between her legs, she occasionally dipped her finger into her vagina. It was as if she were attempting to push as much of his sperm inside herself as she could. Bob wiped himself on some tissue and pulled up his tracksuit bottoms, which somehow had a small semen stain on them. This was definitely the most intense sexual encounter that he'd ever experienced. Every encounter with Ali was more intense than the last. They both heard the sound of a key turning in the front door. Ali dived across the settee, grabbed the remote, and turned the television on in one swift movement. She sat with her knees huddled against her chest. Her t-shirt was pulled down over her knees, and covered her legs completely. The only things visible were her head, arms, and feet. Bob grabbed a newspaper from the coffee table and dropped it into his lap. In addition to the stain, he was attempting to hide his erection, which didn't seem to want to subside! "Why didn't anyone answer the door?" Jenny shouted from the hall. "We didn't hear it," Ali shouted back. Any girl or ladies interested to do friendship then please message me