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Within a minute he was breathing heavily, occasionally grunting. I could feel interracial a slickness on my belly. Obviously, he hadn’t relieved his pressure yet, but with the amount that was – in my mind – already leaking out of his tip, he must have had a lot of pressure inside him this time. Then, all of a sudden, he started laughing, for some reason. At that point, I felt Natural tits comfortable enough around him, even naked as we were, not to immediately think that there was something humorous about me, in a bad way. As he leaned up and away from me, he was seemingly talking more to himself than to me, quietly saying “almost got ahead of myself there. Need to calm down”. Sort of confused, I wondered why – if it had been possible for him to relieve himself, as it indeed had seemed like he was going to – hadn’t he done so? I would have been completely fine with taking his sploosh on my stomach. As he was in the process of turning me around so that I was placed on my stomach – him pulling away my bathrobe from underneath me and tossing it next to his on the floor - I gave voice to my confusion. In response, he told me that if he could drag it out and postpone the point when he emptied his pressure, it would feel even better for him and last him longer until he needed to do it again. For all the experience I had been gaining recently, I still had so much to learn. While I felt comfortable being naked and having my backside on display before him, I had my head tilted to the side and my eyes closed while contemplating the wisdom of his words, he added “Besides, I did say you were gonna get a massage, didn’t I?”. True to his words, he began massaging me. He moved from my slender neck and thin shoulders down my back. Eventually, my little buttocks were getting thoroughly kneaded and intermittently squeezed. 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