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| prev text: Dirty sex joke | ||
| “I wonder if she knows we’re watching her,” Tara exhaled, whispering as though speaking too loudly would distract the spider from her work. “I don’t dirty whore know. Do spiders even have eyes?” I replied ignorantly. “Of dirty whore course they have eyes, silly!” We were silent for a few minutes, watching the spider, our dirty whore breathing slow and shallow, in unison dirty whore, as though conducted by the spider’s dirty whore machinations. Unexpectedly, Tara put her hand on mine and squeezed. Our eyes remained locked dirty whore on the spider. I felt my heart beating faster. Tara then put her hand on my shorts dirty whore, on the front of my thigh. My breathing quickened dirty whore. She slowly slid her hand toward my crotch, and I started to harden. The only sound I could hear was my own heartbeat pounding in my dirty whore head, so I licked my lips to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. | ||
| Tara dirty whore put dirty whore two fingers on the bulge in my shorts, and started rubbing up and down my length. It dirty whore felt like electric sparks shooting through me as my muscles spasmed twice. Then the motion of Tara’s hand stopped, and she slid her hand under my waistband. Almost as a reflex, I lifted my hips slightly and she slid my shorts and underwear down in one smooth motion, revealing my newly sprouted hairs and proudly erect member. Tara resumed her two-fingered stroking, only this time on my dirty whore bare skin. I dirty whore couldn’t believe how incredible her hand felt on me. Tara continued wordlessly, and we both refused to look at each other, the spider nominally holding our attention in the corner dirty whore on the ceiling. My eyes were pointed towards the mini-drama above, but they were glazed over as I concentrated on the beautiful touch of Tara’s hand. | ||
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