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delectable cleavage. Her tits pressed
hard against the counter, rising up in the
mirror like two half-moons. Every thrust
of my fingers into her pussy made her
beautiful breasts jiggle.
But as enticing as she looked, I knew
that she would feel even better..
Being aware that she was already nice
and warmed up, I didn’t bother to sink in
slowly. I plunged inside her pussy with
one hard thrust that pushed Jane further
up onto the countertop.
I grabbed her shoulders to steady her,
but before I could ask if she was all right,
she began goading me.
“Don’t fucking stop!” Jane demanded.
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
I gripped her hips, digging my fingers
into her soft flesh to hold her steady as I
plowed her.
“Harder!” she demanded. “Hard—”
Her sentence was cut short by the
force of my hips connecting with her ass.
“Be nice to the guy who’s going to
make you come,” I teased. Then I laid a
nice hard smack right on her butt.
As soon as my hand made contact
with Jane’s flesh, her pussy gripped my into the condom, and still I continued to
cock and sent a jolt straight to my balls, thrust. Only when I was absolutely certain
spurring me onward. “I THRUST TWO she’d milked me dry, did I collapse
Unable to maintain my self-control for against her back, wrapping my arms
a moment longer, I just started to rail FINGERS INSIDE around her quivering body.
her. Every thrust of my cock had Jane’s Jane left my room a short time later.
breasts swaying uncontrollably. HER, THEN ADDED The following morning at breakfast, we
Focusing my attention her reflection, A THIRD, acted like strangers. But that’s okay. Jane
I watched every expression that passed became a fixture at our traveling games
over her face as I pounded her. The STRETCHING after that weekend. She got locked out
hardest thrusts made her eyes close of her room often, but I was always ready
tight, her mouth falling open on a HER WIDE.” and willing to help.
moan. Liking what I saw, I kept up the
punishing pace. —H.B., Chicago, Illinois
At a certain point, Jane’s cunt flesh
just clutched me tightly, forcing me ripple of her orgasm as I sought my If you’ve ever gotten lucky with a
to slow my rhythm. I gritted my teeth, own release. friend’s mom, take our advice: Don’t
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orgasmic cries echoing throughout my own peak. When her cries quieted your story to: Penthouse Letters,
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