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That seemed to motivate him even more and he managed to reach with one of his fingers my clit and I sucked in a breath.He started caressing it slowly and I had to bite his neck, causing him to moan, to muffle any noise, then, he moved another finger and started fingering me, doing both things at the same time.After that, he started to move and I wrapped my legs around his hips, both of us were moaning but we tried (without much success) to keep quiet.I put myself on top of him now and started to move and he grabbed my ass, playing with it but that didn't last long, for soon enough, he was on top again. That time, I took advantage of that position and started to rub his erection through his pants, first slowly but quickly increasing the pace and the pressure while he moved to increase the sensation.Soon, he was behind me, my back against his chest, so close that I could feel his erection pressing hard against my ass.He started fingering me again, quicker this time, while biting the. "You're crazy!" Crazy for you, babe," he drawled, openly ogling me up and down. I was wearing rather baggy pajamas, but he stared at me as if I were already naked. And without warning, he stepped forward and grabbed a big piece of my ass, fondling it firmly."Ben!" I laughed again, slapping his wrist. "Save it until Mom goes to work." Do we have to?" he moaned. "I've got to be back in Professor Ice's office at 1pm to start the internship." Yes!" I giggled. "Let a girl eat!" Fine," he moped, grabbing my ass again and using it to steer me into the kitchen. I knew Mom wouldn't actually mind the PDA. After all, she'd let Ben do the same things to DJ whenever he visited here.Ben kept his hand on my ass all the way until I got in front of the refrigerator. I managed to get my hand onto the door handle, but that was as far as I got before Ben grabbed my shoulders, spun me back around, and dipped me like they do in the movies. His tongue was in my mouth a second later, and this time, the.
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