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Calder's breathing became laboured, practically panting as he urged Syria to pick up her speed. With a gasp Calder held Syria's head still as he arched his body forward. Then Calder collapsed onto the bed, freeing Syria from his grasp. Syria started to cough as she turned her head. "Sorry... I couldn't help it." Calder said with a groggy voice.
Syria got up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom. Calder could hear the water from the tap running. He knew it wasn't fair to Syria but it wasn't fair for him either. He just lost his "V" card not too long ago and to have her do something like that with her luscious lips, warm tongue and moist mouth.... "Sh*t." Calder grumbled under his breath as he felt his manhood come back to life.