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the dreary day.
    â€œSharing pleasure makes me even hotter. Would you mind if I sucked your dick?”
    â€œOooh, I don’t know,” he teased, but stood as fast as he could and positioned his hard dick near her full, parted lips.
    She leaned forward and pulled him into her mouth with her lips. He buried his fingers in her long rebellious curls until he had two secure fistfuls of her hair in his command. Sure he talked his macho shit, but it was clear to both of them that his hands were only along for the ride. Yanni knew, without being guided, the power and tempo he needed to be licked, sucked, and touched into retreat. She went berserk on his dick with her mouth and the cup of her upper throat. He had to pull away to keep from coming. Once he regrouped, she used the silky veined underbelly of her tongue to massage his balls and thighs with an uncommon tenderness—taunting him until he recaptured control.
    â€œCan’t take it, huh? What you gon’ do when I whip this spasmin’ pussy on you? Come back here! Where you trying to go? I ain’t th’ough with you!”
    He started rockin’ it into her mouth, like he was unaffected, and in rebuttal, she started roughin’ him up with powerful dick-length sucks.
    â€œSo, you want to play hardball, huh?” he finally moaned, pulling out of her mouth. “Ladies first! I like to ride my pussy while it’s in the middle of orgasm spasm.”
    â€œFine!” she giggled.
    He knelt in front of her and while kissing her, reached beneath the bench and applied the most glorious ten-finger manipulation
to everything within reach. It felt like she was being devoured by a ten-tongued clit-licking machine. He didn’t just massage, he talked insanely sexy shit to her. He told her how he was going to pound the pink out her pussy. He told her that he was going to spring her like last year’s Slinky and that this wasn’t a one-time wonder.
    He said, “You’re mine now. And from now on…”
    â€œAnd from now on…what?” she sneered, on the verge of convulsion. He had methodically filled her juicy cunt full of cherry tomato-sized stainless steel balls, knotted together with a silky silver cord.
    â€œWhen we’re together, you’re mine, and you’ll do as I request, understood?”
    Ordinarily, she would have snapped, “Buuuuull…shit!” but she was feeling so beyond wonderful, from the inventiveness of his touch, she whimpered, “Maybe!”
    They laughed so hard they almost had to start back at square one, but both of them were so heated from all the wild love play on the bench, that it didn’t take much time to return to their earlier height of passion. Aden dived back under the bench and started a relentless onslaught of clit tricks.
    As Yanni began to release, he slowly pulled the long steel beaded cord from her body, still suckling her stiff pulsing clit. Simultaneously, he massaged her hungry anus with a barrage of slithering strokes. It was the most body-wracking cum she had ever experienced. Aden continued devouring every nano-particle of her clit, vulva and vagina and all she could do was moan and receive his exquisite pleasures. When he added a chain of deeply penetrating kisses, Yanni’s body began to throttle like she was being electrocuted. She helplessly blurted confessions of love. Inspired, Aden mined her clit with his talented tongue, for wave after wave of orgasm. Just when she started settling into
a zone of Zenlike peace, he lifted her from the little bench and positioned her in a gaping V on top of her dresser. A single opalescent rivulet of love juice trailed from her voluptuous ass. He captured it, sensually circling her long thick nipples with it, and sternly circled the inside of her opening with what was left. He kissed her again and anxiously searched for her Good Spot with the stiff curl of two fingers. While exploring her fleshy lips with his