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"Please." John's hand captured the prize and his thumb pressed against her responsive pearl. One finger dove into her wet vagina and moved around until it found an especially susceptible spot. She arched her back and moaned. Her eyes closed halfway and she breathed long and full.
John knew she loved this part of lovemaking. He kept at it without change for enough time for her to peak over the edge to completion. She said, "John. Now."
She helped lift herself up and off his lap. She unzipped him and found his thick shaft. She immediately pulled it into her mouth and gave it loving attention. He groaned.
Before she was ready, he pulled her up. He had her kneel facing him. She held her skirt up and aimed his cock at her vagina. She lowered until his straining erection penetrated her pussy. She dropped her skirt around her. John frowned and unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it down her arms.
As he was doing this, she buried him inside her to the hilt. She stopped everything but a slight movement of her hips which rubbed the tip of his hard, throbbing erection against the back of her vagina, sending delicious sensations throughout her body.
The blackmail edged into consciousness. It was long ago. She looked at him. He was a righteous man. Would her reject her? She couldn't bear that. She'd pay the blackmailer. Make him go away.
She initiated the rhythm of penetration and withdrawal, feeling all of the bumps and ridges on his cock as they scrubbed against her womanhood.
After ten minutes of sweaty, athletic pounding, Chica bent her back away from John and groaned. Her moment of reward was intense enough to make her faint. John rubbed her clitoris with careful effort. She felt heat of his fingers run to her nipples and then over her chest and belly. She grunted every time his cock penetrated her fully. She thought she'd gone past the best part when her body overwhelmed her with a second wave of sensation. She saw black spots in front of her eyes for a second.
Her passion ended with as much affect on her as it started. She gasped as her energy ran out. It seemed to drag from inside her lungs as if someone were pulling it. His mind whirled and she closed her eyes.
She became aware that she was gasping for air. It seemed thick, like heavy syrup. She needed it desperately, but couldn't draw it inside.
John held her to him and rested her head on his shoulder. It took thirty seconds for her to recover. She noticed that his shaft was as hard as it had ever been. She pulled him down on top of her and welcomed him between her legs and with her arms around his neck. She whispered, "Your turn," in his ear.
He knew what to do. He changed the angle of his cock inside her to that it plowed up the center of her vagina, getting stimulation on all sides and all along the length of him. It took ten penetrations to do the job. He buried himself and grunted each time his body sent a spurt of semen into Chica's open, accepting body.
Chica held him against her, encouraging him to settle his weight on her. He was a little hesitant. He outweighed her by over a hundred pounds. Finally, he realized that she wouldn't die; and, in fact, enjoyed it when he pressed her down into the sofa.
***
The next day, Chica got another letter, no thumb drive this time, just a written note.
Hi Babe,
We can work this out. I don't want money, just your cooperation. Meet me at the Econo Motel, room 256, at three. I'll show you what I want."
Sincerely,
A Friend
She trembled and shook for five minutes after she threw the letter away.
The man who wrote the note watched the clubhouse with binoculars from up the road. He was happy.
The man wore an expensive suit, impressive shoes, and carried a briefcase that cost more than most men make in a month. He asked Chica, in a pleasant voice, if he could talk to the owner, Mr. Stone.
Isaac invited the man into his office. The man said, "Mr. Stone. I'm Henry Tyson of Tyson, Tyson, and Smith. We're a law firm
John knew she loved this part of lovemaking. He kept at it without change for enough time for her to peak over the edge to completion. She said, "John. Now."
She helped lift herself up and off his lap. She unzipped him and found his thick shaft. She immediately pulled it into her mouth and gave it loving attention. He groaned.
Before she was ready, he pulled her up. He had her kneel facing him. She held her skirt up and aimed his cock at her vagina. She lowered until his straining erection penetrated her pussy. She dropped her skirt around her. John frowned and unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it down her arms.
As he was doing this, she buried him inside her to the hilt. She stopped everything but a slight movement of her hips which rubbed the tip of his hard, throbbing erection against the back of her vagina, sending delicious sensations throughout her body.
The blackmail edged into consciousness. It was long ago. She looked at him. He was a righteous man. Would her reject her? She couldn't bear that. She'd pay the blackmailer. Make him go away.
She initiated the rhythm of penetration and withdrawal, feeling all of the bumps and ridges on his cock as they scrubbed against her womanhood.
After ten minutes of sweaty, athletic pounding, Chica bent her back away from John and groaned. Her moment of reward was intense enough to make her faint. John rubbed her clitoris with careful effort. She felt heat of his fingers run to her nipples and then over her chest and belly. She grunted every time his cock penetrated her fully. She thought she'd gone past the best part when her body overwhelmed her with a second wave of sensation. She saw black spots in front of her eyes for a second.
Her passion ended with as much affect on her as it started. She gasped as her energy ran out. It seemed to drag from inside her lungs as if someone were pulling it. His mind whirled and she closed her eyes.
She became aware that she was gasping for air. It seemed thick, like heavy syrup. She needed it desperately, but couldn't draw it inside.
John held her to him and rested her head on his shoulder. It took thirty seconds for her to recover. She noticed that his shaft was as hard as it had ever been. She pulled him down on top of her and welcomed him between her legs and with her arms around his neck. She whispered, "Your turn," in his ear.
He knew what to do. He changed the angle of his cock inside her to that it plowed up the center of her vagina, getting stimulation on all sides and all along the length of him. It took ten penetrations to do the job. He buried himself and grunted each time his body sent a spurt of semen into Chica's open, accepting body.
Chica held him against her, encouraging him to settle his weight on her. He was a little hesitant. He outweighed her by over a hundred pounds. Finally, he realized that she wouldn't die; and, in fact, enjoyed it when he pressed her down into the sofa.
***
The next day, Chica got another letter, no thumb drive this time, just a written note.
Hi Babe,
We can work this out. I don't want money, just your cooperation. Meet me at the Econo Motel, room 256, at three. I'll show you what I want."
Sincerely,
A Friend
She trembled and shook for five minutes after she threw the letter away.
The man who wrote the note watched the clubhouse with binoculars from up the road. He was happy.
The man wore an expensive suit, impressive shoes, and carried a briefcase that cost more than most men make in a month. He asked Chica, in a pleasant voice, if he could talk to the owner, Mr. Stone.
Isaac invited the man into his office. The man said, "Mr. Stone. I'm Henry Tyson of Tyson, Tyson, and Smith. We're a law firm
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