Intro: Basically a reworking of a piece of FF smut I had written years back. Edited to make it generic, but free cookies for anyone who can figure out what the fandom is (hint: TV show that's been off the air for about 5 years). On with the show!
For the thirteenth time this evening, her hair has rebelled. Sighing, she gives it that look. I know what will happen next. Ever so slowly, she will reach up and, grabbing the offending auburn strand between her fingers, will slide it back behind her ear, into alignment with the rest of the clan. But tonight she won’t.
“Leave it,” I say with a smile as her fingers begin to twitch; the telltale sign of what she is about to do. “I like it like that.” She looks down at the office floor for a moment and then looks back up. She is never so beautiful as in that moment.
Carefully, I edge closer towards her, ever so gently. Her green eyes snap to me and her pupils dilate. She knows what is to come. She may not have truly and fully come to accept it yet, but deep down she knows as well as I do. In the adrenaline-fueled rush of the moment, the world swims into perfect clarity in front of me. Every detail comes into sharp focus for a moment: the red flush upon the pale skin of her cheek, the way the harsh yellow office light plays on her red locks, her flared nostrils, the crucifix glinting somewhere in the vicinity of her neck.
How long have I- hell she, we…waited for this moment? Its impossible to say. Considering the thousands of hours we have spent together in this cramped, tiny little sub-basement office of the building, it’s amazing really that it didn’t happen before. Somewhere in the back of my mind I hear a little voice screaming to snap out of it, that if I go one step further down this road life will become unbearable and that there will be no going back. I almost listen to it. But with the same adrenal, sugary clarity that I can tell that her hair needs adjusting or that she has had a bad week, I can tell that she is hearing the same voice in the back of her head too. And I can also tell that she has chosen to ignore it too. So much the better for the both of us.
For months afterwards I will wonder which of us made the first move. In the end I imagine it is more or less inconsequential. Somehow I think that I may have started it, but it doesn’t really matter. I think she believes the same thing about herself and in the end all that really matters is that it happens. Stepping forward the distance between us closes. Her eyes, pale green emeralds in her snowy white face slowly swim towards me and before I know it, there is nothing else: the world has faded to jade and black. I close my eyes, and it happens.
It starts slowly. A warm, soft sensation rises around the extremities of my face. A silky breeze, smooth and warm engulfs my face and I suddenly find myself thinking of medieval history class in college. Like Hildegard Von Bingen, I find myself to be little more than a feather on the breath of God.
Our lips connect. The sensation is not what I expect. Sure, I’ve been kissed before; many times by many different women. But its been so long that for a moment I’m sure I’ve forgotten how. Fortunately, if she notices, she makes no sign.
It starts off as something warm and smooth, slowly building in intensity as my nerves being to fire and more and more parts of my body catch on that, yes indeed, I am finally kissing someone for what seems like the first time in years. My eyes have long since closed and for now my kiss is perpetually defined by its darkness. I could open my eyes and shine a bit of light on the scene, but somehow I think that would ruin it; like opening the door on an undeveloped photo negative.
Somewhere in the corner of my cerebral cortex my body becomes aware of a new sensation. While I would hardly be surprised if all my higher sensory functions were shut down as the result of this sensory overload, somehow I am not surprised in the least when I feel a warm, firm pressing against my lower chest. Deep down I know what it is. And while the very thoughts of her breasts pushing up against me would normally be enough to ensure a week’s worth of happy dreams, tonight I choose not to care. This moment is spectacular and nothing else can be allowed a window into my brain, lest it find some way of distracting me from what will no doubt be one of the defining points in my life.
I don’t know how long our lips are locked in embrace. It could be weeks, months; an eternity. All that matters is the here and now and when your mind is that far gone, minor details like seconds, minutes, and other man-made chronological impositions suddenly become irrelevant and grotesque. All I know is that eventually, eons down the road, the glow at the front of my face becomes ever so slightly less pronounced. When the heat slakes enough, I open my eyes. I am rewarded immediately. Once again the jade and black globes of her eyes are there, greeting my return to the here and now, welcoming me back into the land of the living. Ever so slowly I become aware of the fact that our lips are no longer linked and though I can still feel the warmth and cinnamonny tang of her breath in my mouth, our faces have moved apart. Almost immediately afterwards, I become sickeningly aware of a new, previously undiscovered development: at some point during our kiss my hands developed a mind of their own and, left unsupervised, decided to migrate in a decidedly southern direction. A split second later it dawns on me: my hands are on her ass.
A wave of panic fills my gut like a bucket of cold lead shot. My hands are on her ass. How many times have a dreamt about this very sort of situation? How many times have I been in the shower or lying on the couch at two in the morning and thinking about this very same situation? How many times have I wondered what it would be like to have her tight, petite little ass under my fingertips to hold and caress and squeeze? How many times have I wondered just what it would be like if she had been a lot less restrained and I a lot hornier at a time such as this? And now that it actually is happening, I can feel cold beads of sweat forming on the nape of my neck.
As if reading my mind (after having been so closely connected in moments gone by, is it really that implausible?), she smiles. And before my analytical and woefully self-critical mind can start to overload and self-destruct under the weight of the possibilities, she quells all my fears with a single motion. She steps forward and, sliding her hands down to my ass, gives me a hard squeeze as she looks up and gives me another profound kiss. In an instant, the tempest of thoughts in my mind goes silent and is replaced by a single, beautiful thought: she likes it. And that is all that matters for now.
Reaching up, my hands slide up the contours of her back. They are trembling like leaves in a gale and I am barely able to keep them under control. As we kiss her eyes remain closed and I take the opportunity to explore the beauty of her face. Her skin is pale and beautiful, although the telltale red scorches of blood along her cheekbones and forehead tell me all I need to know. As if her hands on my ass don’t do a good enough job. Her back is smooth and delicate; her shoulder blades rise up like the thin contours of a china vase. Considering her light, soft skin and smooth features, the analogy is appropriate.
At some point we must have started to drift because the next thing I know I hear a quiet clattering sound and, like a ship crunching up against an iceberg, my feet suddenly encounter a hard edge. The sound seems to startle her for a moment and her eyes fly open, her head spinning in the direction of the sound. It’s only the desk we share. My nametag has gotten knocked over and has slid off the desk and onto the floor, eliciting a slight crash. I know that at this hour the building is deserted and even if it weren’t, this section is usually as quiet as a tomb. Just the same, I can’t help but feeling a little uncomfortable. But it us just a momentary sensation and soon passes. She cocks an eyebrow.
“You ok?” Her voice is surprisingly calm, not the husky, sex-laced drone I would have expected. I try to sound nonchalant.
“Sure,” I respond, not at all sure in matter of fact, but it doesn’t seem to matter. For in the next instant, she has grabbed onto my tie and in an ever-so-playful gesture, has pulled me down towards her for another kiss. I lean forward to kiss her and suddenly become aware of the fact that her breasts are no longer pushing up against me. I think about opening my eyes and looking down, but that would break the kiss and in any case I can venture a guess. She has scooted back and, half sitting, half standing, has shifted her weight onto the edge of the desk. As I feel her tongue slowly probing the inside of my mouth, sliding past my surprised outer lips and into my mouth, I realize that she must have placed more weight on the desk than I first thought because the next thing I feel is the sensation of two smooth, slender legs snaking their way around me and (I can only imagine) locking behind me, drawing me in. In case there was any doubt in my mind before now, her latest move has burnt it away with perfect clarity. If nothing else happens tonight, tonight, we are going to fuck.
The kissing picks up in intensity as she leans back against the desktop, pulling me in between those legs of hers. How many times have I almost come to orgasm thinking about such a situation? Too many times to tell. In an instant, I have broken the kiss and removed my hands from behind her back. Quickly, my greedy fingers have gone to work on her blouse. I pause for a moment to give thanks to whatever benevolent god or goddess gave her the good sense to wear a button-down blouse to work today. A second thanks goes to whoever made her leave her jacket on the back of her chair.
My fingers fly over her blouse. Each button undone brings me one step closer to my goal, as the layers of cloth separate and split, offering an ever greater glimpse of her heaving chest. Despite the considerable blood flooding her system, she remains relatively pale, her face set in a perpetual little crooked smile of delight. What she is thinking, I don’t know, and it’s probably better that I don’t. If it were anything much sexier that what I’m imaging now, I half suspect I’d cum my pants.
Finally. Two buttons to go. My hands are sweating and at any other time I’d feel filthy, but not now, not tonight. Two buttons to go. I start to undo the last one, but a momentary surge of hot, fuck-me neurons floods my brains and the next thing I know, I’m pulling hard at both edges of her shirt. The buttons offer minimal resistance and in an instant, her shirt is now fully open. I peel the blouse open and reveal my prize.
Her chest is heaving. Up and down, up and down, her chest rises and falls, her breasts seeming to swell and contract with each feverish breath she takes. My god, she’s beautiful. The bra is a tight little black lace number that looks about two size too small. Then again, I think that by this point anything she’d wear to keep her tits in place would seem two sizes too small. For a moment I think about trying to get it off, but fuck it. That would take too long and the sight of those pale alabaster globes is just more than I can handle.
As fast as I can, I reach forward and push her bra over her tits, eliciting a short, sharp little gasp. The sight blows me away. Her breasts are perhaps some of the finest I’ve ever seen on a woman. Round and perfect, they are absolutely symmetrical, large and beautiful in the dim office light. A slight spider web of pale blue veins marbles the surface of the skin. Her nipples are hard and stiff, casting their own shadows on the soft mounds of flesh, apparently standing up and celebrating their newfound freedom. I am more than willing to kiss them good evening.
One after the other, I take her firm, tender nipples in my mouth, flicking my warm tongue over her scalding hot skin, bathing the stiff pink nubs in my saliva, sliding my tongue around the areola and over the nipples. I am hardly surprised to hear a distant moan coming from my partner. As I lick one nipple after the other, I squeeze the other tit in my hands, pinching the nipple slowly cupping and needing the warm soft sphere in the palm of my hand. I can feel her tightening grip around my legs. Even through her skirt and my pants, I can feel a growing center of warmth between her legs. Hell, considering the state she’s in, I’d be surprised if I didn’t feel it.
To my surprise, I ‘m less than half done with my ministrations when her hand slides down her body and takes my free arm in an iron grasp. Then, ever so slightly, she pulls my arms up and inserts my middle finger in her mouth, sucking and licking my digit as I continue to embrace her taught, rubbery button. When the time is right, I lay off the sucking and raise my head up to survey the scene. Sensing my shifting weight, she looks at me with half closed eyes as she sucks my finger, clearly enjoying the effect that the sight of my cock-by-proxy in her mouth is having on me.
Out of nowhere I sense her free hand rising out of the darkness at the edges of my field of vision and settling on my hard, stiff dick. Her feathery touch is right at the very edges of my perception through my pants and boxers, but unmistakable nevertheless. The light touch of her beautiful, thin fingers on my blood-gorged member is enough to send me into overdrive as she continues to suck my fingers, all the while massaging my cock with the delicate touch only she can provide.
She fixes me with her eyes had, holding my gaze, removes my hand from her mouth, guiding it over so slowly down the length of her fair, taught body to rest on her left breast. The nipple is rough and unyielding under the skin of my palm and I can feel the waves of heat radiating off it as she force my hand down onto her.
“Hey,” she whispers, her voice sweet and enticing in the somber half-light of the room. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asks, her grip suddenly tightening up considerably on my dick. The sensation is so powerful my mind melts and I almost forget to answer.
“I though so,” she replies, smiling at me through her half-closed eyes. Her hand gives a single, final squeeze on my cock and then relaxes as her legs unlock from behind me, giving me the room I need to maneuver my clothes into a more coitus-oriented configuration. Ever second her scorching touch is not on me feels like an eternity of hard vacuum: cold and lifeless. Needless to say, I get back in line as quickly as humanly possible.
In one swift move my belt buckle is undone and my pants and boxer-briefs are down around my ankles. Gingerly I step out of them and in an instant, there is nothing except my long white shirttails covering my nakedness. The hint of a smile plays around the corners of her mouth.
“You know,” she begins, propping herself up on her elbows, her heavy breasts thrusting out of her chest like the figurehead on the prow of a ship. “I didn’t think you were the type.” A single eyebrow cocks and I follow her gaze down to my gray boxer-briefs on the floor. For a moment I feel foolish and try to explain: briefs are a lot more comfortable anytime I find myself having to break out into a dead run to catch a fleeing suspect, but she silences me.
“I like it,” she continues, placing a single finger on my lips, hushing me up in a playful, age-old gesture. “Now,” she resumes, her finger leaving my lips and running down my shirt front, “let’s see what we’re working with here, huh?” I try to make a joke but for once my mind fails me and I am left looking a little sheepish, with a dumb, goofy grin on my face. Her hands take hold of the bottom of my shirttails and, almost hesitatingly, lift the proverbial curtain. The look on her face is priceless.
“Oh my God,” she half gasps, half chuckles at the sight of my now almost fully-stiff rod. Thick and hard, it creeps out from behind the shadows of my clothing and slides into her view. I am proud if I do say so myself. While I have long known that I am hardly the most gigantic person in the dick department (years of late-night video watching have long since banished that notion from my head), I do like to fancy that I could be porn-star material if I worked at it. Maybe not exactly the next Ron Jeremy, but definitely more than adequate for the porn minor-leagues.
There is a brief pause as she sizes up my member, seemingly unsure of how to proceed. The half-hard shaft is easily several inches longer than her lengthwise hand, and I know there’s at least another inch or two more to come. I take a moment to revel in the glory that is my cock unleashed. I know it’s a silly thought, juvenile and prurient, but nevertheless I still enjoy it. As if guessing the true nature of the…problem…she is quick to respond. Fixing me with a sage-colored laser beam that that tells me a million things and nothing at the same time, she gives a wicked grin before leaning forward and, much to my delight, sliding my ossified tool into her warm mouth. The sensation is extraordinary.
Her mouth is hot and wet, slippery like a pussy and yet at the same time incalculably different. My eyelids close and my eyes roll back into their sockets. If there is a paradise on earth, this must be it. Slowly, degree by degree, inch by inch, my cock slides into her scalding mouth. Her tongue starts by running little circles around my cockhead, paying particular attention to the sensitive tip of my dick as she bathes it in sweltering juices, running her firm, muscular appendage over and under the ridge of the head of my big circumcised dick. A moment later, she is pushing past the head and I can feel ever-lengthening chunks of my shaft sliding down the piping hot tunnel of her throat, burying itself in her moisture as she swallows me. I can feel her smooth fingers massaging my balls somewhere down below, but the pleasure I feel at that is only secondary to the pleasure I feel emanating from the 7-inch trunk as the last reserves of blood from somewhere in my body gush into the stiff erectile tissue, causing the dick to swell even more in her tight throat. She gags for a moment and my cock slides an inch or two out. For an instant I worry that I may have hurt her or triggered some sort of reflex, but in a moment she recovers and the cock is back in her mouth, pushing ever deeper and deeper until I am sure it can go no further. Good thing too, considering that her teeth are just millimeters away from the base of my shaft; I can feel her breath on my pubic hair.
In the back of my cock I can feel another new sensation, one that I know only too well. My God, I realize belatedly, I am going to cum. But it’s too soon. She seems to realize what is happening around the same time I do and in a flash my cock is out of her throat, covered in saliva and quivering, but free. The relatively cold air seems to do the trick and as quickly as I could feel the hot cum building in the back of my shaft, the feeling dissipates and it’s smooth sailing. She gives me a mischievous smile.
“Well,” she begins, and then clears her throat. “Well,” she begins again, this time her voice clear. “That was a pleasant surprise.”
“I could just as easily say the same about you.”
“Mmm.” Her glance shoots over to the office door and for a moment I feel a surge of panic. The door is unlocked. How the hell could I have been so stupid. If she is thinking what I’m thinking, so gives no sign. I bend over and start to step completely free of my pants. A moment later I feel her hand on my arm.
“Leave it.”
“But…” I protest, half pleasingly, half resigned. I think I know where this is going. “Someone could come in. Someone might see us.” By someone of course, I am only really worried about two people. And I know for sure that the AD has already gone home for the night, I passed him on his way out of the office. That just leaves Diana.
“Let her.” Her voice is firm, yet playful. Deep down, I know that this is what she wants all along, or at least one of the things she is hoping for. Not that I doubt for a fraction of a second that she isn’t at least as much into me as I am into her.
“Now. You see…” this time it’s my turn to cock an eyebrow. “I didn’t think you were the type.” A momentary chuckle from her and she looks down at the floor, seemingly embarrassed. But its only there for an instant and as quickly as it came, is gone.
“Well then,” she resumes, her breasts white and beautiful in the darkness of the office. I belatedly notice that her nipples, far from growing softer as I might have expected, seem as firm as eve. “Are we going to do this or what?” In response, I grin.
“Oh, hell yeah.”
It take all of about fifteen seconds to prep for her fucking. Lying back on the desktop, she spreads her legs just wide enough for me to reach her panties up under her skirt and pull them free. The matching black lace underwear come free easily and the room is almost instantly filled with the sweet smell of her wetness. Or at least, it seems so to me, although I doubt that there is any aspect of her body that has not been brought into sharp focus in my mind. Hiking her skirt up (and once again thanking the gods that have made my partner both barren and such a damn sexy dresser), she spreads her legs back open, anticipating my entry. I, of course, have slightly different plans.
Grabbing hold of her waist, I slide her a little further up the desk, bringing her butt and upper thighs now clearly onto the desktop. I belated notice a few scattered files falling to the ground in a soundless whose of air, but they are quickly forgotten in the ensuing moments. Lowering my head, I cannot help but notice her ripe, delicious little pussy. I don’t know for sure if she normally shaves, but tonight her pubic hair is close cropped and neat, a shock of auburn at the cleft between her legs. The smell of her gushing juices is overpowering.
Bending over, I quickly slide off my necktie and simultaneously make contact with her tight little cunt. The effect is electric. A sharp, sudden moan wracks her body as my tongue carefully probes the folds of her womanhood, separating the folds of her flesh and feeling the sweaty, torrid moisture of her fluids inundate my taste buds. Reaching in, I cautiously separate the folds of the cunt with my fingers and expose the sensitive little bud wherein her pleasure center resides. Bingo. A single touch from my tongue and I am rewarded with a surprised little moan of pleasure. I continue licking, slowly and softly at first, allowing my tongue a brief moment of a feathery touch over her clit, before racking up the pressure and speed. My efforts do not go unrewarded.
A few seconds of this treatment and she is in ecstasy. Her pussy is sopping wet and her juices flow freely, bathing the inside of her crotch with a thin film of sweet wetness as I use my other hand to ever so delicately rub her swollen pussy lips. Little by little, I insert the first finger of my right hand into her slit, while continuing to lick her exposed pleasure bud. Her cunt is tight and hot to my touch and tightens momentarily as my finger slides in as far as the first knuckle. She is probably begging for sweet release now. Her moans have assumed a more urgent tone and her hands are caressing my hair every so often pausing as I send my writhing tongue over a particularly sensitive area. She tries to force herself down further on my finger, but I have no intention of letting her enjoy that just yet. I only let her heat push down as far as my second knuckle. It’s time.
I swiftly withdraw, leaving her gasping for breath as the sudden absence of pleasure shocks her back into reality. Her face and chest are flushed. Her brow is sweating and her ass has left a slight imprint of perspiration on the desktop. Biting her lips, she closes her eyes. She knows what’s coming next. Placing my hands on her hips, I slide her back closer to the edge of the desk to allow for easy entry. My cock is still fully hard and ready for action. I refuse to disappoint either of us.
The entry into her is slightly (but ecstatically difficult). I don’t know if she’s ever had a cock this big or hard inside her before. The rim of her vaginal opening is tight as hell, even if it feels well-lubricated. It should be; I made sure of that myself. Seizing upon the moment, I decide to go for it. Sure, I could spend more time on her pussy, stretch her out some with my fingers, whisper dirty things in her ear to loosen her up, but I don’t want to. I want her to feel how big I am, how large and fully erect she has made me. And, I want her to derive the extra pleasure that comes from pumping a tight, taught pussy with an extra large dick. That pleasure will be hers.
I hear another gasp and my cock has begun to penetrate her inner defenses. The Opening is hot and tight and oh so good around my hard shaft. I am momentarily brought back to my first French kiss back in high school: the heat and surprise and wetness conspire to take me back in time. Further and further in I push, relishing every drop of her moisture as the blood-gorged cockhead, the swollen helmet of my dick pushes past her muscular hole and deep into her. She emits a long, heavy, sex-lacquered moan as everything she has been anticipating these past few (weeks? months? years?) comes to fulfillment.
Whether by design or by choice, I don’t know, but somehow it feels as though pushing in much further would hurt her, at least in her present state. Looking down I can see that all but two or three final inches of my shaft have pushed deep into her pussy. Good enough, the fucking can now commence in earnest.
At some point when I was going down on my lover she must have taken her bra off because although she’s still wearing her blouse, her breasts are now free and unexposed. Milky white, smooth and perfect, they just up into the air as I begin to pump into her, slowly swaying in time as I begin to thrust. Her nipples are hard and gorgeous, hard little pink buds atop her marble tits. It looks like something out of a Roman statuary. God, she’s beautiful.
Taking hold of her legs, I begin to push into her, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. Although she must be loosening up somewhat (the fact that my cock is now all but buried inside of her is proof of that fact), my dick doesn’t seem to notice. As far as I can tell, her sweltering canal remains skintight, the thin sheen of her pussy lubrication and my saliva allowing just enough give of me to continue thrusting. I start to pump her. Harder, harder. The moans are now consistent, regular. Where before they were just long, quiet sighs or gasps, now they are loud, brisk moans of pleasure. Her tits bounce with each successive thrust, the lightly veined, perfect orbs quivering under the twin forces of my thrusts and her breathing, which has now become short and sharp.
“Oh God,” she gasps in a voice thick with pleasure. “Fuck me, babe. I want your cock.” Her eyes fly open and in a moment she leans forward somewhat to see my handiwork. Her mouth drops in surprise and ecstasy of I pull my thick shaft most of the way out and then shove it in as hard as I can, relishing the feeling as the ridge around my dickhead forces her cunt back open. Somewhere around the base of cock, where the testicles intersect with the dick and trunk, I can feel something warm welling up. I know what it is only too well, but I’m damned if I let myself cum before her. And goddamn, it’s a hard thing to keep from doing.
She lifts her hands up from the desktop and places them on her tits, squeezing them together and pinching her nipples with her own fingers as I pump into her, harder and harder. The sight of such a beautiful woman pinching her nipples and squeezing her tits into a mountain of cleavage nearly makes me blow my load then and there. Through half-closed eyelids, I can tell she is watching me and that my obvious pleasure at what she’s done is turning me on. For an instant I feel the urge to pull out and cum all over her beautiful tits and nipples, but I restrain myself and keep thrusting, even as she tilts her head forwards and attempts to lick her own nipples.
A fraction of a second later, she sits up on the desktop and gives me a hug. The speed of it surprises me and catches me off guard. I only just have time to recover and pause my pumping to hug her back.
“Hey,” she purrs in my ear. “I can’t believe it’s taken us this long.”
“Yeah.” I feel like an idiot, but with all the blood being sucked away from my brain, I suppose I can be allowed a dumb answer.
“Hun, fuck me from behind.” Its not a request, but a demand. “I want to cum. I need to cum. Fuck me from behind. Fuck me like a dog.” I am in no position to refuse.
Ever so watchfully, I release me grasp and shuffle back away from the desk, allowing my large shaft to slide out. It looks slightly dejected, but I know it’s all right. It will be rewarded soon.
She gingerly slides off of the desktop and giving me a sexy little look out of the corner of her eye accompanied by a twisted little smile, she turns her back to me and bends over, placing her chest and forearms where moments ago her ass and pussy were. Even before I penetrate her again, I know this will be good. Grabbing the hem of her skirt with my fingertips, I lift it up and fold it back over her lower back, exposing her taught, tight little ass. She spreads her legs and plants her feet, forming a slight “A” in front of me as she looks back over her shoulder at me. Ready when you are the look in her eyes says. Well, I guess now is as good a time as any.
Walking up to her, I place my right hand on her hip and, using my left hand as a guide, insert my throbbing cock into her tight little cunt, taking a moment to relish the sensation her warm juices produce as they run down her legs. The length of the thrust is at least twice what it was before, one of the many advantages to doggy style. That and the fact that I can feel her warm little ass pushing up against my pubic hairs which, coupled with the feeing of her snug cunt around my throbbing, pulsing dick is enough to send us both into turbo mode. No, there is nothing refined about this part of the sex. It is hard and animalistic. In and out of her I go, eliciting a string of moans, gasps, sighs, and various dirty phrases. She has quite the filthy mouth as I discover rather belatedly. Not that she’d let me find out any way.
“Oh fuck,” she enthuses between gasps for air as I lunge into her again and again. “Oh fuck,” she continues, her ass now backing into me as I push up into the length of her moist little slit. “I fucking love the cock. Oh God, fuck me so hard. Oh fuck, make me cum, make me cum make me cum!” I slide my ha.............
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