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me the way he used to—before I knew about the dance studio, before I knew
he had destroyed my life.
I touched his waist and watched as he pulled down
his boxers, revealing his pulsing dick in the water. He tossed the boxers from
the Jacuzzi, allowing them to flop on the ground outside of the water. He
grabbed at my bra and brought the straps down over my arms, revealing my
breasts as they popped from their hiding place. My nipples were hot, pointed.
My breasts were tingling. He unlatched the bra in back and tossed it to the ground. We smiled at each other, nervous.
He yanked at my underwear. I reached down and
touched my hot and revving pussy. He watched me as I did it, and he leaned
toward me, kissing my mouth and placing his lips around my nipple. His tongue
coursed around the nipple, making me feel so hot, so good. He brought his
fingers to my pussy and began rubbing me, making me horny out of my mind. I
looked up at his eyes, my own wide and nearly panicked with passion. I wanted
him so bad.
I pushed him against the Jacuzzi wall and pushed his
dick into my dripping pussy. I started fucking him, allowing my breasts to
bounce above his head, around his shoulders. His eyes rolled back into his head
and he grabbed me around the waist, easing me over his dick, forcing me to fuck
him slowly, passionately.
He was about to cum. I could sense it about him.
Suddenly, right before he did, I eased off him, tempting him with my wet,
dripping body. I waved my finger in front of his face, shaking my head. “Not
yet, baby,” I whispered.
I rose from the Jacuzzi tub and stood before him,
naked, with the Iowa stars above my head. I leaned myself against the glass
windows, spreading my limbs wide, allowing him to see everything—the way my
breasts bounced against my body, the way the water dribbled into my pussy.
“Come and get me,” I whispered to him.
He leaped from the Jacuzzi and turned me around
toward the window. He pushed his dick inside of me, and started fucking me from
behind. I could see the corn fields before me; I could see the sun. I felt his
hot breath against my neck. He pulled his fingers around to touch me hard,
rubbing me as he pushed himself inside of me, over and over again. I felt
myself nearly about to cum. I started to call out, to bang against the windows.
I thought surely it would break; I thought everything would come crashing
around us. I started huffing loudly, calling out. “YES. YES.”
But he didn’t let me. He eased himself from me and
spun me around, looking at me with those dark, penetrating eyes. “Get on the
bed,” he ordered. “Get on the bed.”
I rushed back toward the bedroom and jumped onto the
bed, feeling my breasts bounce around me, feeling my wet hair trace lines on my
naked, muscled back. He walked toward me slowly from the Jacuzzi room, still
holding the whiskey bottle. His dick was thick, hard, pointed directly in front
of him. I remembered the pressure, the passion the dick had created in my body,
and I longed for it again. I started calling for him. “Please, baby. Come to
me.”
But instead he sat at the table. He poured himself a
glass of whiskey. He came toward me, holding the whiskey in his hand, and he
began pouring it in my mouth. A bit of it dribbled out the sides, down my chin,
and he licked at my face, at my breasts as they coursed with the whiskey. I
fell back against the pillows, laughing as he did this so seriously, so
sensually. He set the whiskey glass on the night table next to me and eased his
great dick into my pussy. I sighed, feeling at one with him again. He looked me
in the eyes, and I felt such passion in my stomach. He started fucking me
military style—so he could see me, so we could know each other. I felt a sense
of calm form over me as we touched each other; as I touched his face, his
hands. He brought my legs up around his neck and brought himself so far into
me; he licked at my ankles, at my legs. I loved feeling his tongue on my
he had destroyed my life.
I touched his waist and watched as he pulled down
his boxers, revealing his pulsing dick in the water. He tossed the boxers from
the Jacuzzi, allowing them to flop on the ground outside of the water. He
grabbed at my bra and brought the straps down over my arms, revealing my
breasts as they popped from their hiding place. My nipples were hot, pointed.
My breasts were tingling. He unlatched the bra in back and tossed it to the ground. We smiled at each other, nervous.
He yanked at my underwear. I reached down and
touched my hot and revving pussy. He watched me as I did it, and he leaned
toward me, kissing my mouth and placing his lips around my nipple. His tongue
coursed around the nipple, making me feel so hot, so good. He brought his
fingers to my pussy and began rubbing me, making me horny out of my mind. I
looked up at his eyes, my own wide and nearly panicked with passion. I wanted
him so bad.
I pushed him against the Jacuzzi wall and pushed his
dick into my dripping pussy. I started fucking him, allowing my breasts to
bounce above his head, around his shoulders. His eyes rolled back into his head
and he grabbed me around the waist, easing me over his dick, forcing me to fuck
him slowly, passionately.
He was about to cum. I could sense it about him.
Suddenly, right before he did, I eased off him, tempting him with my wet,
dripping body. I waved my finger in front of his face, shaking my head. “Not
yet, baby,” I whispered.
I rose from the Jacuzzi tub and stood before him,
naked, with the Iowa stars above my head. I leaned myself against the glass
windows, spreading my limbs wide, allowing him to see everything—the way my
breasts bounced against my body, the way the water dribbled into my pussy.
“Come and get me,” I whispered to him.
He leaped from the Jacuzzi and turned me around
toward the window. He pushed his dick inside of me, and started fucking me from
behind. I could see the corn fields before me; I could see the sun. I felt his
hot breath against my neck. He pulled his fingers around to touch me hard,
rubbing me as he pushed himself inside of me, over and over again. I felt
myself nearly about to cum. I started to call out, to bang against the windows.
I thought surely it would break; I thought everything would come crashing
around us. I started huffing loudly, calling out. “YES. YES.”
But he didn’t let me. He eased himself from me and
spun me around, looking at me with those dark, penetrating eyes. “Get on the
bed,” he ordered. “Get on the bed.”
I rushed back toward the bedroom and jumped onto the
bed, feeling my breasts bounce around me, feeling my wet hair trace lines on my
naked, muscled back. He walked toward me slowly from the Jacuzzi room, still
holding the whiskey bottle. His dick was thick, hard, pointed directly in front
of him. I remembered the pressure, the passion the dick had created in my body,
and I longed for it again. I started calling for him. “Please, baby. Come to
me.”
But instead he sat at the table. He poured himself a
glass of whiskey. He came toward me, holding the whiskey in his hand, and he
began pouring it in my mouth. A bit of it dribbled out the sides, down my chin,
and he licked at my face, at my breasts as they coursed with the whiskey. I
fell back against the pillows, laughing as he did this so seriously, so
sensually. He set the whiskey glass on the night table next to me and eased his
great dick into my pussy. I sighed, feeling at one with him again. He looked me
in the eyes, and I felt such passion in my stomach. He started fucking me
military style—so he could see me, so we could know each other. I felt a sense
of calm form over me as we touched each other; as I touched his face, his
hands. He brought my legs up around his neck and brought himself so far into
me; he licked at my ankles, at my legs. I loved feeling his tongue on my
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