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I was so horny today dealing with traffic and other frustrations that I pulled over onto a quiet side street, parked the car, pulled my pants down and gave myself a few minutes of "fucking" (jerking off) that gave me such a great orgasm I really needed, shooting my sperm into a paper towel. There was an old man across the street that didn't see anything (as such) but I'm certain knew I was in the throes of passion just from my wide open mouth. If he'd walked across the street to watch though, I wouldn't have stopped. Why would I?
