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“Here,” she said breathlessly, crawling forward on the bed, spreading her thighs wide and opening her sex with no inhibition. “Please. I’m ready.”
And she was. Her sex was soaked, her opening convulsing, begging for his cock. He got to his feet, crawled onto the bed and knelt behind her. His instinct was to plunge into her, but he couldn’t. He hadn’t been inside her in a month. His knees and thighs trembling, his jaw tight, he gave her an inch, watching and feeling himself disappear into her tight heat, relishing how her muscles clenched around him. He paused a beat letting her adjust to his size.
“Pic , don’t stop…. Please.”
He slid in another inch, paused, then shoved all the way to the root in one stroke. She gave a yelp and clawed at the bed covers. A primitive growl tore out of his own chest. He caught his breath and grit his teeth, straining not to go off. “Okay?” he choked out.
“Oh, God,” she said breathlessly. “Oh, God, Pic….It’s so good….So big…I’m so hot…”
On a groan, he pulled out, all the way to the tip, savoring the glide and drag of her tight sheath against his cock. No matter how many times they fucked, he always marveled at how tight she was. When he shoved back into her, she made another little cry. “’Sokay, ’sokay,” he soothed. “Jesus, baby, you’re tight as a glove.”
He began to move. He meant to go slow, but after only two strokes, he was firmly gripping her hips, holding her against his pelvis, pumping fast, lost in delicious hot friction and choking out sex words, egging her on to another orgasm.
Her breath soughed. She sank to her elbows, taking him so deep he might never find his way out. “Aww, God, Mandy,” he huffed, as breathless as if he had run a mile. “I’ve never been so hard…. Feel me?...Feel me, baby?”
“ Yes….Yes….Faster, Pic.”
He pounded into her fiercely, a mindless machine. Sweat sheened his body. Blindly, he hammered, lost in the ecstasy of glorious friction. Six, seven, eight times…
And from out of the blue, an image of What’s-Her-Name’s full pink lips, her thick black hair and full breasts came to him, even her scent, nearly overwhelming him. He squeezed his eyes shut against the intrusion, but he couldn’t keep his control from faltering.
Mandy’s deep muscles began pulling at him, yanking him into a weird fantasy of fucking the stranger in the green VW and marking her with his sperm. But before he traveled too far down that path, his lower belly tightened and blinding need seized him. Without missing a beat, he leaned over, moved his hand around Mandy’s hips and combed his fingers through her wet curls. He pressed his finger between the lips of her sex, barely touched her hard little core. She bucked against him, riding his cock and his finger, gasping and sobbing, her deep muscles convulsing and pulling at him, gloriously deviling him with indescribable bliss.
He pressed his forehead between her sweat-slicked shoulder blades, kept his cock and his finger in place until she clenched him so hard he broke and gave in to his own release. It boiled through him like a raging tornado, drawing his balls up tight, blinding him and taking his breath. Every muscle in his body stiffened and he went off, straining and spewing his seed into her again and again, until he was empty.
He collapsed, half on, half off her, his cheek pressed against her shoulder blades. They stayed in that position for long minutes, both of them heaving for breath. His whole body quaked and he was sweating like a racehorse. The scent of their heated bodies and sex surrounded them.
“Oh, my God,” she mumbled into the bed covers. “Are we still alive?”
He gathered himself and managed to press his lips against her shoulder. “Mandy, Mandy, Mandy,” he said weakly. “What you do to me….I’m weak as a new foal.”
She moaned a small sound and sniffled. It wasn’t unusual for her to cry after they’d had
“Here,” she said breathlessly, crawling forward on the bed, spreading her thighs wide and opening her sex with no inhibition. “Please. I’m ready.”
And she was. Her sex was soaked, her opening convulsing, begging for his cock. He got to his feet, crawled onto the bed and knelt behind her. His instinct was to plunge into her, but he couldn’t. He hadn’t been inside her in a month. His knees and thighs trembling, his jaw tight, he gave her an inch, watching and feeling himself disappear into her tight heat, relishing how her muscles clenched around him. He paused a beat letting her adjust to his size.
“Pic , don’t stop…. Please.”
He slid in another inch, paused, then shoved all the way to the root in one stroke. She gave a yelp and clawed at the bed covers. A primitive growl tore out of his own chest. He caught his breath and grit his teeth, straining not to go off. “Okay?” he choked out.
“Oh, God,” she said breathlessly. “Oh, God, Pic….It’s so good….So big…I’m so hot…”
On a groan, he pulled out, all the way to the tip, savoring the glide and drag of her tight sheath against his cock. No matter how many times they fucked, he always marveled at how tight she was. When he shoved back into her, she made another little cry. “’Sokay, ’sokay,” he soothed. “Jesus, baby, you’re tight as a glove.”
He began to move. He meant to go slow, but after only two strokes, he was firmly gripping her hips, holding her against his pelvis, pumping fast, lost in delicious hot friction and choking out sex words, egging her on to another orgasm.
Her breath soughed. She sank to her elbows, taking him so deep he might never find his way out. “Aww, God, Mandy,” he huffed, as breathless as if he had run a mile. “I’ve never been so hard…. Feel me?...Feel me, baby?”
“ Yes….Yes….Faster, Pic.”
He pounded into her fiercely, a mindless machine. Sweat sheened his body. Blindly, he hammered, lost in the ecstasy of glorious friction. Six, seven, eight times…
And from out of the blue, an image of What’s-Her-Name’s full pink lips, her thick black hair and full breasts came to him, even her scent, nearly overwhelming him. He squeezed his eyes shut against the intrusion, but he couldn’t keep his control from faltering.
Mandy’s deep muscles began pulling at him, yanking him into a weird fantasy of fucking the stranger in the green VW and marking her with his sperm. But before he traveled too far down that path, his lower belly tightened and blinding need seized him. Without missing a beat, he leaned over, moved his hand around Mandy’s hips and combed his fingers through her wet curls. He pressed his finger between the lips of her sex, barely touched her hard little core. She bucked against him, riding his cock and his finger, gasping and sobbing, her deep muscles convulsing and pulling at him, gloriously deviling him with indescribable bliss.
He pressed his forehead between her sweat-slicked shoulder blades, kept his cock and his finger in place until she clenched him so hard he broke and gave in to his own release. It boiled through him like a raging tornado, drawing his balls up tight, blinding him and taking his breath. Every muscle in his body stiffened and he went off, straining and spewing his seed into her again and again, until he was empty.
He collapsed, half on, half off her, his cheek pressed against her shoulder blades. They stayed in that position for long minutes, both of them heaving for breath. His whole body quaked and he was sweating like a racehorse. The scent of their heated bodies and sex surrounded them.
“Oh, my God,” she mumbled into the bed covers. “Are we still alive?”
He gathered himself and managed to press his lips against her shoulder. “Mandy, Mandy, Mandy,” he said weakly. “What you do to me….I’m weak as a new foal.”
She moaned a small sound and sniffled. It wasn’t unusual for her to cry after they’d had
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