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sing my body to his, the pores of my skin dripping with need. He'd chuckled as his tongue dug past my teeth, his large hands finding the back of my thighs, cupping them roughly to hook around his waist. I arched my back, til

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he reflection of the balcony lights off the metal just as immaculate as his dentition which he

th I didn't know anything about. But at the same time, it felt like a fun thing on a night like this.

onochrome. I tugged off his suit roughly, undoing the tie and unbuttoning the inner light blue shirt. At the sight of his porcela

d on his back. Slipping out my panties very slowly, his eyes glued to my every movement, I tossed them aside, spread his legs apart, and clambered on his crotch, my hands dancing on his chest, taking his nipples between my fingers once again. He groaned, pulling his hands behind his head, and watched as I moved m

urned out I'd been holding myself back since the minu

ght with mine. I ground my butt harder against his crotch, his precum warm against my quiver

ich was falling ove

against his palm like a screwdriver tool. Damn, what a horsey cock! He clambered on me now, stopping at my middle, his legs on either side of me and he slid his junk between my breasts. I moaned, watching the monster m

ything, already

chest softly, causing the bed to start rocking and I let my legs spread even further apart, my sex clenchi

I was losing it here. What spell did he cast on me...? I've neve

s such a naïve, stuck-up bitch that while the smart girls were attending parties and banging boys in the janitor's

reached out for it, with all my might, all that I was made of. Fast forward five years later, I had a Creative Writing degree and was a chief editor in a s

would happen was slowly coming to reality. We went on dates, and had our first sex in the back of his Audi RS4 – He popped my cherry, and after that, we became even closer – we even visited

boss while we were in the middle of sex one night. I pointed out that I didn't

dark eyes angry and accusatory. "Are you trying

threw the nearest piece of clothing I could find across

to the still night. "You've been a lot more burden

as good as it is right now. I put in the effort, the time – sleepless nights, trying to make it a beautiful piece because I l

ably know about men like Pablo; in as much as they were their Mommy's spoilt brats, they also had an ego the size of Africa. So, it was nothing new for him to expec

at a supermarket, locking lips and behaving like

, good

snapping me back to the present. His brows were raised

a bird swooping down on prey as they capture mine. I a

have you

between my wet lips now and my legs shudder. I smiled at

es never leaving each other's as he sunk his ramrod length into me. H

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n Pablo by three inches more, which is a shame because I'd always believed that Russian men

" he whispered as he pulled out gently a

nd he was so damn great at it, plus his sweet endearments were blowing my mind – some of them unfamiliar to my ears because they wer

nd the noise, accompanied by my sexual cries, rents the air in an offbeat melody. The party is pounding downst

ter, groaning and increasing his pace. I-I couldn't take it. I couldn't breathe. It felt as though he wa

ing me tight against him, his seed filling me up to the brim. He pulled out and I squirted, my h

easy to forget. No

en of perspiration, his arms around me and mine around his neck – holding on to the moment. Wishing for it to last forever. H

hips. I rested my head against his chest, listening to

His hand moved down my lower back, stopping at my butt and staying the