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My other leg was draped so that my calf rested in his lap, his cock propped up between his abs and my shin.
Then they moved up, enveloping my upper body in his wet crisscrossed hug while his fingers stroked my hair.
But his thumb lightly tapped several times just above my clit, eliciting a string of sharp cries from my lungs as my inner muscles clenched and released.
My trip to the doctor three days ago had been two-fold: I'd wanted to check out the consistent rasp in my breathing; and I was scheduled to have my first ultrasound.
It had an hour to go when I grabbed the ring.
It's been a longtime coming, and I do think it was heartfelt.