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Our mouths met again and we kissed deeply. A massive warmness tingled flooded my body again and I burst out screaming so loudly that I thought I might lose my voice as I orgasmed for what seemed like forever. He continued to lift me up and down but I finally had to tell him that my arms were getting tired. I was exhausted more from the intensity of the orgasms than I was from the physical exercise I was getting with him. It was fun. He slowly set my butt back down on the bench with my back to the mirror. Then he lowered my head down toward the floor. It was a bit uncomfortable but finally my head was resting on the soft rubber pad of the floor. I was almost upside down now and only supported by my ass that was gripping the edge of the bench. He moved his legs over to my side of the bench and held my thighs tight and bend me into almost a 90 degree angle with my legs stretched out toward the mirror. "This is called a pile driver position, baby," He said and then started drilling down.

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