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trousers, lowering them over his ass.  Using her nimble feet, she shoved them down his thighs and, with his help, onto the floor next to the bed.
                  It was the first time she’d ever held a naked man in her arms.  She hugged him to her, pressing her breasts into him as her legs again wrapped around his hips.  She desperately wanted to feel every inch of his flesh against her own soft skin.
                  Where Mani had been soft and curvy, Roland was hard and muscled in a way that seemed to fit her body in perfect complement.   It was as if two puzzles pieces meshed together in exquisite union.
                  His lips burned against her neck as he nibbled on the sensitive skin beneath her ear.  Justine couldn’t keep her hands still, roaming again and again over his hard back and firm ass; she wanted to touch every inch of him, possess him.
                  Roland relished the way Justine made kittenish mewling sounds when he nipped her neck with his teeth.  Feeling her hands on his ass drove him wild as did the soft, moist pressure of her swollen mons rubbing against his cock as they squirmed on the bed.
                  His balls felt as if they would burst any moment.  Not having been with a woman in a very long time, Roland momentarily worried he’d shoot off too soon.
                  Grasping her hips, Roland used the leverage to scoot down trailing kisses down Justine ’s freckled chest, and freeing his engorged dick from Justine ’s hot cunny.
                  If he’d relished her mewling as he kissed her neck, he absolutely adored the urgent growls coming from her as he laved her tit with his tongue.  Circling her pink nubbin in tight circles, he flicked his tongue across her nipple as his hand massaged and caressed her other breast.
                  Encouraged, he caught her nipple between her teeth, trapping it lightly.  Gently he tugged it into his mouth, pulling it deeper.
                  Justine ’s hands left his ass and flew to his head, pressing him into her chest.  “Oh!  Yes!  Oh!  God!  Suck my tit…yes!”  Her hips bucked into his belly as the head of his cock brushed her slit and ass with every bounce .
                  Roland’s cock ached as Justine ’s cunny stroked against his swollen glans.  Clear thick precum leaked from its head lubricating her delicate folds increasing the delicious jolts.  He wanted more than anything to plunge into her, ravage her with his stiff prick.
                  Shifting to her other breast, Roland maneuvered his right hand down her stomach and into the soft silk covering her mound. 
                  “Gaaghhh!” Justine gasped as Roland’s fingers found her labia, stroking her lips in long slow pulses as he sucked her nipple hard.
                  Justine felt a gush of wetness just as Roland trapped her clit between two fingers, rubbing the hard nubbin between them.
                  So different from Mani’s tender, knowing touch, Roland’s hands and mouth were harder, more animalistic.  Heat rushed into her belly and shot into her thighs as she felt her orgasm building under his relentless stroking.
                  “Oh..Oh…I’m…gonna….cu… Ohhhh! ”   Her orgasm surprised her as Roland suckled hard on her nipple, his fingers pinching the slick button between her throbbing legs.
                  Hearing her gasp, feeling her thrash against him as she rode the cresting waves of her orgasm, Roland stroked her clit faster, harder.  His fingers, dipping between her sopping labia, found the entrance to her vagina open.  With each stroke he slipped the tips of two fingers into the waiting hole.
                  Her pussy was so tight he felt the ring of muscle clench his digits with surprising strength each time he entered