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Unconsciously Kamala looked down at John’s crotch and did see a bulge. She couldn’t draw her eyes away from it. She’d felt it before pressed against her side back or abdomen but only briefly and she never stopped to consider it. It took John a moment to realize it was him that she was staring at. He kissed her, opening her mouth with his lips as she accepted his tongue willingly. Her hand wrapped around his neck holding him to her and her other hand she placed on his thigh. She slid up to cup his crotch. She found, though certainly not nine inches long, John’s cock was just under six inches and a nice girth. He froze as her fingers slowly tightened around him. Kamala heard him moan as she got to the right pressure. She fleetingly thought what it might be like to snake her hand inside his shorts and wrap her fingers around his cock, flesh on flesh. The thought made her head swim even more. She kissed him harder and pushed him so that they rolled onto their sides. It might not.

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