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He bent down on his knees at the side of the bed and began kissing her on her stomach, and then turning her over and kissing her buttocks, both cheeks, with a passion that was driving Gina mad with lust. And when he turned her back over, opened her legs, and began licking her and tasting her, she closed her eyes in sheer joy.
And then he stood up. When she opened her eyes, he was staring down at her. His penis was so large and so thick that Gina literally wiped her lips in anticipation of his entry. He just stood there, and began rubbing it, expanding it, as he watched her reaction. Even after he reached in the side table drawer, grabbed a condom and put it on, he still couldn’t stop staring at her body, at her face.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said to her, and he said it in such a way that Gina thought she would scream.
“You aren’t bad yourself,” she found herself saying, attempting levity, but there was nothing playful in her voice, or his. They were two very serious people. And when he pulled her further onto the bed and he got on top of her, and entered her, she did scream. He was so thick and so long and so juicy that she thought he would explode her.
Dutch thought so, too, as he entered her, as his thick manhood so filled her small passageway that he could feel the mouth of her vagina close onto him like a suction rim. He moved in and out of her, over and over, filling her with so much of himself that tears were appearing in his eyes. He’d never had it so sweet to the feel, so tenderly yet explosively, that he didn’t know if he could survive this. And when he came, when his manhood had reached its fill, his entire body shook with the force of a cat-5 hurricane. How could he ever give this up? How could he ever walk away from a lover like her?
Gina was in trouble, too, because her climate was equally as explosive. She tried to contain her joy, she tried to behave like a sister with some sense, but as soon as he drove into her deepest pocket and spilled into her with a throbbing release that shook her to her core, she lifted her body so high to accept the spill that she felt as if she was floating on air.
When they both finally crashed down, and Dutch finally moved off of her, they both lay there, on their backs, staring at the ceiling in the kind of hush disbelief that people experience after an amazing, but traumatic event.
SIX
They just lay there, not knowing what to say, what to do, how to react to something this incredible, when Dutch finally reached out his arm, and pulled her against him. She lay her head on his chest, still reeling.
He looked down at her. He knew there was something special about her when he first saw her a decade ago in Miami. But he never dreamed she could be even more special. This woman had rocked his world again. This was not the way it was supposed to go. He was Wham Bam Harber. And this was supposed to be thank-you, ma’am time. But how could he walk away from this?
When she looked up at him, as if she could read his mind, and he saw the sweetness, the decency in her eyes, it took all he had not to pull her on top of him and enter her again. “Are you okay?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she replied. “You?”
“I will be.” Then he smiled. “You packed quite a wallop, lady.”
Gina laughed. She was pleased to know that he felt the earth move too.
“You’re like a drug, you know that?” Dutch continued. “Ten years ago, when we hooked up, I hadn’t been with a woman in a long time. Had been so busy, you know? But then I had you.” He pulled her closer. “And I spent the rest of the last ten years trying to get that high I had with you that night in Miami. I didn’t realize that was what I was
He bent down on his knees at the side of the bed and began kissing her on her stomach, and then turning her over and kissing her buttocks, both cheeks, with a passion that was driving Gina mad with lust. And when he turned her back over, opened her legs, and began licking her and tasting her, she closed her eyes in sheer joy.
And then he stood up. When she opened her eyes, he was staring down at her. His penis was so large and so thick that Gina literally wiped her lips in anticipation of his entry. He just stood there, and began rubbing it, expanding it, as he watched her reaction. Even after he reached in the side table drawer, grabbed a condom and put it on, he still couldn’t stop staring at her body, at her face.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said to her, and he said it in such a way that Gina thought she would scream.
“You aren’t bad yourself,” she found herself saying, attempting levity, but there was nothing playful in her voice, or his. They were two very serious people. And when he pulled her further onto the bed and he got on top of her, and entered her, she did scream. He was so thick and so long and so juicy that she thought he would explode her.
Dutch thought so, too, as he entered her, as his thick manhood so filled her small passageway that he could feel the mouth of her vagina close onto him like a suction rim. He moved in and out of her, over and over, filling her with so much of himself that tears were appearing in his eyes. He’d never had it so sweet to the feel, so tenderly yet explosively, that he didn’t know if he could survive this. And when he came, when his manhood had reached its fill, his entire body shook with the force of a cat-5 hurricane. How could he ever give this up? How could he ever walk away from a lover like her?
Gina was in trouble, too, because her climate was equally as explosive. She tried to contain her joy, she tried to behave like a sister with some sense, but as soon as he drove into her deepest pocket and spilled into her with a throbbing release that shook her to her core, she lifted her body so high to accept the spill that she felt as if she was floating on air.
When they both finally crashed down, and Dutch finally moved off of her, they both lay there, on their backs, staring at the ceiling in the kind of hush disbelief that people experience after an amazing, but traumatic event.
SIX
They just lay there, not knowing what to say, what to do, how to react to something this incredible, when Dutch finally reached out his arm, and pulled her against him. She lay her head on his chest, still reeling.
He looked down at her. He knew there was something special about her when he first saw her a decade ago in Miami. But he never dreamed she could be even more special. This woman had rocked his world again. This was not the way it was supposed to go. He was Wham Bam Harber. And this was supposed to be thank-you, ma’am time. But how could he walk away from this?
When she looked up at him, as if she could read his mind, and he saw the sweetness, the decency in her eyes, it took all he had not to pull her on top of him and enter her again. “Are you okay?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she replied. “You?”
“I will be.” Then he smiled. “You packed quite a wallop, lady.”
Gina laughed. She was pleased to know that he felt the earth move too.
“You’re like a drug, you know that?” Dutch continued. “Ten years ago, when we hooked up, I hadn’t been with a woman in a long time. Had been so busy, you know? But then I had you.” He pulled her closer. “And I spent the rest of the last ten years trying to get that high I had with you that night in Miami. I didn’t realize that was what I was
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