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ain,” he c

. He stood still at the door, eyes taking me in a determined look. He k

ld feel the obvious change he had in his stance to see

you said it a few moments a

ver me, kissing me, nibbling on my skin, touching me, and then fucking me senseless. I needed all of him. An

I bit my lips sensually and

nd warm his dick would feel in my mouth. The thought caused my stomach to tighten and I

those legs. I want to see

greater than my sense of reasoning and so straightening my bac

et time to scout me out. He seemed to enjoy my body’s reaction to ever

row my head back to look at his face. Dam

r, are you?” He ask

ree but did I really

o come out with a lot more resolution, but it

he pulled me to my feet an

ng mine and his tight grip on my waist. My bones melted. He tasted even better tha

lowly, taking his precious time. His tongue ran across my lower lip, seeking entrance. I obliged, shiver

uld a stranger mak

the spot. My legs turned to jelly and I struggled to stand. Thankfully, his str

sing and biting on the lobe, he said, “Your legs can’t hold you up any longer and I

stared at him with lust-filled eyes and a dripping cunt. I w

fted me and gently dropped me on the water tank, the

teasing my piercing while his fing

the compliment resounding through me.

breathing heavily as I felt his lips go lower. He took a deep breath w

, he licked his tongue up my c

ce husky and lazy. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, he lapped my clit slightly

rt jabs, his assault on my breast not relenting one minute. I grabbed his thick curls

ot stop please,” I cried, my eyes shu

ee fingers, pumping into my pussy hard and fast. “Yea, baby. Ri

his hair, his fingers in me going at lightning speed. Fuck. I felt

ax coming. “Oh my God, Clint.” I

ick core. I saw stars when I opened my eyes again. Clint

. I nibbled

he caught my hand midway, his firm ey

m done with you ye