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any doubt could be. She couldn't — wouldn't — let herself back out now.
    "Gorgeous, if you don't make up your mind soon, I might jump your turn," he threatened with a hard thrust of his clothed erection between her legs.
    Althea gasped but grappled within herself to regain some of her composure. "We wouldn't want that, would we? I can't let you cheat. I have to keep you honest. I am a good girl, after all," she breathed out, letting herself sink back into the experience.
    "That's right, you're my good girl," Griffen added rubbing his hard cock against the tiny scrap of material covering her pussy, stroking her legs through her dress as she stood flush against him.
    " Your good girl, hmm, I like the sound of that." And she did, even if it was just this one night, this felt so good, so right. More right than she'd felt for a long time. With that, she tore at his soft long sleeve shirt and pulled it over his head. "Holy shit," she gasped, when she caught sight of his bronze muscular chest, with a dark trail of hair traversing between his perfect pecs down the ripples of his abs into the slacks she couldn't wait to get off his body. "Griffen, Jesus, you're perfect," she whispered, running a finger back and forth under his waistband.
    "You're the perfect one, gorgeous," Griffen said, running his hands up her waist, across her collar bones, between her breasts, finally resting them along the sides of her neck, his fingers reaching into her hair. "But, you won't distract me from my turn." He pulled down her zipper slowly, so the cool metal shocked the warm flesh of her back, then slid her dress down until it pooled at her feet. As he pinned her with his hips against the window she gasped at the chill of the cool glass against her overheated skin.
    He looked up and down her body, naked but for a tiny red thong. "You're so fucking beautiful." He cupped a hand on her bare hip and the other against her chin, his fingers wrapping around her mouth and whispered, "So fucking beautiful," and he kissed her hard again.
    She thrust her tongue into his mouth and he sucked it. He pulled away and she stared at him. She opened her lips, feeling how swollen they were from his aggressive kisses. She shifted her chin slightly, just enough to pull two of his fingers into her mouth, rolling her tongue over them, sucking them in and out of her mouth as she stared into his eyes. It was a sensual promise that made him groan.
    Griffen slid out his fingers and trailed them between her breasts down her belly and over her silk covered mound. He slowly moved the material aside and slid his fingers up and down her wet slit.
    She grunted anxiously and moaned, "Please Griffen. Please."
    "Fucking amazing," he groaned again and knelt down as he put one finger inside of her. The sensations were overwhelming and she unconsciously rocked against his hand. Griffen suddenly removed his finger from inside of her and she whimpered at the loss of his touch.
    "Sorry, gorgeous," he said "but you've teased me till I can't see straight. I need to taste you. Now."
    He pulled her panties down. "I love this cherry red thong, baby, but it needs to go." He stroked her smooth skin, "You're hairless, gorgeous. I guess you're not that good of a girl. I like that. You're so sexy everywhere." He pushed a finger back in her and twisted it around, curving it into the soft front wall of her vagina.
    She writhed and he took one of her legs over his shoulder and stared at her. She knew she was wet and ready for him. "Griffen," she whispered.
    "I told you, gorgeous, you're my good girl tonight. And I want to take my time." He looked up at her as he placed another finger inside and then licked up the full length of her slit. He slowed his ascent, flicking his tongue against her swollen clitoris until her legs shook and she moaned from so deeply in her belly that she thought he must feel the vibrations against his tongue. He pushed and pulled his two fingers repeatedly inside her. His own