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somewhere between heaven and earth. When her lips tingled and began to grow numb she finally pulled back. Troy's eyes were hooded and his lips were swollen but he looked as if he could go for another hour of kissing. His hand still held her breast.

Somehow it felt so decadent that he touched her there when they weren't kissing. Seeming to read her thoughts he looked at her beautifully rounded breast. Troy reached up and boldly slid the bra strap down over her shoulders. His hands then glided beneath her shirt and up to the cups of her bra. Using his fingertips he drew them down until her breasts were released but her shirt was still on. Juicy wiggled her arms out of the straps of her bra so that she would not be tangled in the shirt. Troy helped her and when her arms were released instead of exploring her beneath the shirt, he explored with fingers over the thin material. The sight of her chocolate nipples visible through the fabric caused his mouth to open and before he knew it he was kissing one nipple through the shirt, drawing it into his mouth, saturating the thin cotton material. Instantly Troy felt his erection spike harder and it made him suckle harder, clutch her closer.

Groaning Juicy rocked her hips against the stiff cock pressing against her bottom—just a few bits of cloth away from being inside of her. With enthusiasm he rocked upward, meeting her halfway. The idea of what they were almost doing brought her over! Just the thought and she was climaxing and crying out in surprise.

Troy looked at her with wild, frantic eyes. He came to his feet briefly still holding her close and collapsed back onto the end of the barber’s chair with Juicy's legs now straddling his lap. Wildly he began to pump his hips against her as if he were actually entering her. Crying out in pleasure, Juicy rapidly rotated her own hips until she was grinding herself against his hardness, rolling her hips in rhythm with his movements. He was so hard and so big that each time she pressed her core against him she felt deliciously pulverized.

Troy threw his head back and yelled out her name, letting it drag out impossibly long as his own pleasure erupted. Together they rubbed and climaxed until finally they hung onto each other panting, sweating, and satisfied.

Juicy abruptly untangled herself from him and stood up on rubbery legs. Anxiously she looked around but her eyes finally settled on the sight of him sprawled out and panting on the barber’s chair, watching her with hooded, bedroom eyes.

Troy stood up and placed his hands on her arms, rubbing them lightly.

"There's a million things that either of us could say right now. Juicy, just don't say anything. Okay? Because I don't want this second ruined. This is the most perfect moment of my life and I want to remember it just like this."

Juicy lightly bit her lip and watched him.

Troy glanced down and started kicking off his shoes. "I'm going to take you up on your offer to wash these clothes." He pulled off his shirt at the same time that he hopped up and down on one leg and pulled off socks. With no sense of embarrassment, Troy unfastened his pants and pulled them off until he stood there completely naked.

Juicy’s intent was to keep her eyes above his waist but just the one quick glimpse of his nudity made her look twice. His length; the thickness was beautiful.

He held the pile of clothes in his hands. "I'll wash them myself if you tell me where the washing machine is."

He was so cute with the beginnings of his stylish hair cut, now rumpled, and the glow of good sex on his face.

"It's in the basement." She mumbled. Juicy scooped the clothes from his arms and hurried out of the room. "I'll take them down." She called over her shoulder. She slipped on flip flops and hurried around for her little container of detergent and change for the machine.

She could feel Troy's eyes on her and it had a strange effect on the butterflies in her tummy...they felt suddenly like