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“Oh baby,” he grunted out, feeling sheer bliss as she continued to grope and caress his swollen testicles as she slid along his shaft. She was incredible. “I’m so grateful to have you in my life.” He started to grope and caress her full breasts with his hands, feeling more alive than ever before. He felt like his body was a live wire, pulsing with pleasure. He suddenly felt ravenous, he needed her, more of her, as much as he could get. He slid his hands from her firm, lovely breasts to her lower back, and pulled her against him, so she was laying on top of him, her stomach resting against the small mound of his pregnancy, and her breasts resting against his chest. With her head resting against his neck, he tightened his grip, raised up his knees, and started to thrust into her with a newfound feverish pace. He knew she was getting tired from riding him, so he thought he’d take control. The clapping sound of them joining reverberated throughout the room, and he just continued to grunt as he showed how much he needed her.