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“I STARTED TO
FUCK HER IN

EARNEST,
FINDING MY

RHYTHM AND
MY CONTROL.”

earnest, finding my rhythm and my
control. I squeezed her hips tight with
my hands, knowing she liked the feel of
my fingers biting into her skin.
She met me stroke for stroke as
I relished the sensation of her ass
gripping my dick and the way it seemed
to draw me in further, even when I felt I’d
gone as deep as I could go.
My jaw was tight as I tried to hang
on. I found her breast with my left hand,
pinching her nipple hard in the way that
drove her nuts. Her small body bucked,
and her back passage rippled around
my driving dick.
“Again,” she demanded, loving the
way I was tormenting her breast.
So I pinched her again, harder this
time, pulling her nipple out tight until she because she was too close to climaxing. I followed her out, grinning like an
hissed. I wanted her to come with me, My self-control snapped, and I did the idiot. I dutifully avoided the gaze of
and I was getting damn close. Too close only thing I could think to do as I started the angry woman waiting to use the
to the point of no return to turn back. to lose myself. I bit the back of her neck restroom, but I smiled in her general
Someone knocked on the door, and she to silence myself. Her body bowed, and direction, thinking of Clarice’s pretty
barked, “Occupied. Give me a minute!” she came along with me, trying to stifle blue lips and her perfect ass.
Her hand drifted down, and then the sound but mostly failing. I let myself
she was stroking herself, her shoulder go, filling her ass with my load as I thrust —R.T., San Francisco, California
flexing as her hand moved between her hard and deep.
legs. I felt her drive her fingers into her She giggled softly as another knock Have you had an unforgettable
cunt because they brushed my cock came from outside. I pulled out of her encounter? Has your wildest fantasy
through the thin membrane separating and yanked up my boxers and jeans. come true or are you still planning out all
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