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beauty, not like those fake tits that stand to attention and don’t
move if she does. River’s tits have a bounce when I throw her
around; her waist is tiny but her hips are curved to womanly
excellence; her toned dancer’s legs are firm, defined. Her blonde
hair fans out behind her. She looks like a goddess. I loosen my
belt, pulling it free from my jeans, my eyes never leaving her
body. She keeps bringing her legs together so I can’t see the pink
perfection between her thighs, so I grab one of her ankles,
wrapping the belt around and tying it to the bottom corner bedpost.
I run my fingers up from her ankle to her calf, dragging it slowly
up the inside of her thigh. I feel the heat from her pussy the
closer my hand gets to junction between her thighs; her wet need
for pleasure coating her panties. I grasp at the lace brushing
against her pussy and receive a cry in return. My lips turn up into
a smirk.
    “Mmm, you’re
fucking soaked,” I tease and she whimpers.
    I snap the lace
in a quick tug, pulling the material away, and bringing it to my
nose to inhale her intoxicating scent. “Delicious.”
    I reach and tug
her other ankle, spreading her open across the bed. I use the
panties to tie her ankle to the other post, leaving her beautiful
pussy on display. I can’t wait. I dive between her thighs, biting
down, sucking, nibbling, and teasing her. Her hands tug my hair and
position my head to where she wants my lips. I let out an amused
chuckle, then devour her soaking wet pussy, lapping at her juices;
her moans fill the room. I tease and flick my tongue above her
clit, my tongue dancing around the soft pink flesh. When I feel her
breathing increase, I suck her clit into my mouth and slip two
fingers into her liquid heat. Fuck, she’s tight. Her heated walls
close in around my fingers. I crook my fingers to rub the front
walls of her pussy, and she screams out my name, her body pulsing,
her come rushing down to coat my fingers; it’s the sexiest moment
of my life. I growl as I pull away and whip my jeans down, surging
forward and thrusting deep into her dripping pussy.
    “Fuck!” I call
out as her hot pussy welcomes my dick with warm, wet need. I thrust
forward into her depths; my mouth finding her hard nipple.
    “Oh, God! Fuck
me, Sammy! Harder, harder please, Sammy!”
    I have never
been this turned on in my whole life. I can’t get deep enough; I
want to crawl into her skin. I pull out and back in, continuing to
thrust inside her, hard, punishingly. The bed rocks and bangs
against the wall.
    “Oh, God,
Sammy!” she moans.
    Her hands rake
the flesh on my back. I plant my knees on the mattress between her
legs and pull her up against me, chest to chest. One hand around
her waist, one on the nape of her neck, I impale her down onto me,
getting deeper than I thought possible. I lean back, releasing one
ankle then the other; she takes her freedom, placing her feet down
on the bed beside my thighs and lifts herself up and down my shaft,
continually impaling herself on to me. Our sweat-covered bodies,
slick against each other, move with ease. I bury my face into her
chest, sucking, nipping, and licking at her. She fucks me hard, her
strength and stamina rival mine. She lifts her hips up so my tip is
the only thing inside her, and she rotates her hips.
    “Pull my
fucking hair, Sammy,” she cries out as she sinks back down with
force causing us both to tense; her walls squeeze my dick, milking
my release. Our moans mingle, her body collapses against mine. We
stay like that, gasping for air. She wiggles her hips.
    “Oh my God,
you’re still hard,” she gasps.
    I chuckle,
lifting her from me. She crawls off the bed and stands staring at
me, her cheeks flush pink, her hair all messed up in the best way.
Her naked flesh glistens from our mixed sweat.
    “I’m not done
with you,” I tell her.
    She backs away
so I hastily grab for her, spinning her and pushing her front
against her dresser.
    “Oh, God,”