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luscious lips of hers caused his cock to twitch. Her eyes were glazed over, and her breathing was shallow. “Holy shit, sugar, don’t you go finishing without me.” Finesse went out the window. He didn’t have to worry about explanations of fucking her fast. His woman was about to come. He’d have to remember those nipples.
Spring quickly pulled him to the other nipple as he blindly felt for the zipper of her leather pants. The thin scrap she called a shirt was dangling at her waist, slowing down his search. Finally locating it, he shoved the pants down over her luscious ass and down her thighs, allowing her to step out of them. The scent of her arousal gut-punched him. Just for a moment, he stopped his attack on her nipple to inhale her, take her into his nostrils, and sear her scent into him. Fuck, she smelled sweet. He swore he would never forget her scent. She was his ambrosia.
“Hurry,” she cried, and rocked her hips towards him.
Bo had never seen anything like it in his life. Spring was not going to fucking come without him. He had to be a part of her orgasm. He was almost giddy. That giddy moment quickly passed when he felt his head being pressed against her nipple again. He had forgotten, he’d stopped sucking on it. His woman was getting seriously impatient. He had to get her under control just for a few moments.
Bo smacked her on the ass and called her name as firmly as possible. That task was extremely difficult considering he was trying to keep from spilling his own load. “Spring, calm down. You come when I say you come, minx.” He caressed the cheek he had just spanked as he carefully watched her face. The shock on her face was camera worthy, but he had to hold back his amusement. He had gotten the effect he was going for. Her orgasm had halted for a moment. He had distracted her and caused his cock to jump at the unmistakable surge he felt when he spanked her bottom. He would have to try that again later.
Spring tried to glare at Bo, but it was useless. The smack to her rear end had surprised her and turned her on at the same time. It sent a cataclysmic surge through her body. She didn’t know a small swat to the rear could be so tantalizing. The prickly sensation made its way to her clit, causing it to throb. She needed Bo to take the edge off. Maybe if she built up enough courage tonight, she would ask him to spank her rear again. Her train of thought was interrupted as Bo resumed his assault on her nipple as his free hand went down to find her overheated sex and began to fumble around. What the heck was he doing? Was he lost?
Her panties were weird. “Dammit, Spring, what’s this?” They both looked down, and Spring laughed.
She couldn’t help but laugh. She was horny, and her brain was scrambled. Of all nights she had decided to wear one of the most complicated undergarments, and she laughed. Her laugh was infectious. It caused Bo to laugh. It felt good to feel liberated. She could be silly and aroused all at the same time.
“I forgot. My shirt and panties are connected. They snap at the bottom…” The rough jerking of her clothing caused Spring to gasp instead of finishing her sentence. The impatience and strength Bo wielded had almost knocked her over, would have knocked her over if he hadn’t been holding her with one hand at the waist.
No other explanations were necessary. Bo was done talking. He yanked at the soaked fabric the snaps were attached to between her legs and ripped the delicate silk top in half in one smooth yank. They both watched as the fabric silently fell to the floor into a thin peach puddle at her feet. The shirt was clearly destroyed. Her gasp of surprise was music to his ears. Bo got down on his knees and looked up at Spring.
He loved the way she looked down at him with only the lights of the Las Vegas strip as her backdrop. Her eyes…her eyes were like open windows. She looked as if she had just put all of her trust, her pleasure in his hands. She
Spring quickly pulled him to the other nipple as he blindly felt for the zipper of her leather pants. The thin scrap she called a shirt was dangling at her waist, slowing down his search. Finally locating it, he shoved the pants down over her luscious ass and down her thighs, allowing her to step out of them. The scent of her arousal gut-punched him. Just for a moment, he stopped his attack on her nipple to inhale her, take her into his nostrils, and sear her scent into him. Fuck, she smelled sweet. He swore he would never forget her scent. She was his ambrosia.
“Hurry,” she cried, and rocked her hips towards him.
Bo had never seen anything like it in his life. Spring was not going to fucking come without him. He had to be a part of her orgasm. He was almost giddy. That giddy moment quickly passed when he felt his head being pressed against her nipple again. He had forgotten, he’d stopped sucking on it. His woman was getting seriously impatient. He had to get her under control just for a few moments.
Bo smacked her on the ass and called her name as firmly as possible. That task was extremely difficult considering he was trying to keep from spilling his own load. “Spring, calm down. You come when I say you come, minx.” He caressed the cheek he had just spanked as he carefully watched her face. The shock on her face was camera worthy, but he had to hold back his amusement. He had gotten the effect he was going for. Her orgasm had halted for a moment. He had distracted her and caused his cock to jump at the unmistakable surge he felt when he spanked her bottom. He would have to try that again later.
Spring tried to glare at Bo, but it was useless. The smack to her rear end had surprised her and turned her on at the same time. It sent a cataclysmic surge through her body. She didn’t know a small swat to the rear could be so tantalizing. The prickly sensation made its way to her clit, causing it to throb. She needed Bo to take the edge off. Maybe if she built up enough courage tonight, she would ask him to spank her rear again. Her train of thought was interrupted as Bo resumed his assault on her nipple as his free hand went down to find her overheated sex and began to fumble around. What the heck was he doing? Was he lost?
Her panties were weird. “Dammit, Spring, what’s this?” They both looked down, and Spring laughed.
She couldn’t help but laugh. She was horny, and her brain was scrambled. Of all nights she had decided to wear one of the most complicated undergarments, and she laughed. Her laugh was infectious. It caused Bo to laugh. It felt good to feel liberated. She could be silly and aroused all at the same time.
“I forgot. My shirt and panties are connected. They snap at the bottom…” The rough jerking of her clothing caused Spring to gasp instead of finishing her sentence. The impatience and strength Bo wielded had almost knocked her over, would have knocked her over if he hadn’t been holding her with one hand at the waist.
No other explanations were necessary. Bo was done talking. He yanked at the soaked fabric the snaps were attached to between her legs and ripped the delicate silk top in half in one smooth yank. They both watched as the fabric silently fell to the floor into a thin peach puddle at her feet. The shirt was clearly destroyed. Her gasp of surprise was music to his ears. Bo got down on his knees and looked up at Spring.
He loved the way she looked down at him with only the lights of the Las Vegas strip as her backdrop. Her eyes…her eyes were like open windows. She looked as if she had just put all of her trust, her pleasure in his hands. She
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