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Suddenly, he grabbed me by the waist and turned me onto my left side. He fell behind me on the bed, quickly pulling our bodies back together. Then he reached across me and brought my right knee back, tucking my foot behind his ass.
opening me wide. Fucking me slower, one hand danced on my clit while his other fisted in my hair and held my head back against his shoulder while he assaulted my mouth.
Who would give in first. Sudden movement at my waist had me gasping louder. First my belt and then my zipper were released. My pants slid down my legs, and I realized he'd gotten up. I risked opening my eyes to see him watching me while he discarded my pants and panties.
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Does he bring you right to the edge?" He pulled his hand away suddenly. "And then leave you hanging?" The growl that came from me was frustration and need bundled together. It was primal. Desperate.
That's when she said you'd been very close since high school. Until a year ago. It all started to make sense. So I told her about us.
But thank you for asking. " "Mmm. You are amazing. " He kissed me. "Do I need to ask if you'd like to come?" My mouth dropped open, but he didn't even give me a chance to answer because he raised up and thrust his hand between my thighs.
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What the fuck. Are you telling me that the letter you got is from an older, married woman who seduced you while you were in college.
And she turned you on to spanking and the like. Did she convince you to get your cock pierced?" I scurried to a sitting position as I asked my rapid-fire questions.
What were the chances. Crawling out of bed, I cracked the door open. Chris was singing 'Jingle Bell Rock' in the kitchen. I quietly secured the door and leaned my back against it, sighing and shaking my head.
He'd done it again.
The one I'd gone without spending beyond bills and minimal groceries for six months so I could afford it. And now, their half-naked bodies were rolling all over the plush, suede cushions, the pillows discarded over the back of the couch and scattered on the floor. There were no words that seemed to satisfy what needed to be said.
I was standing in an alternate reality. A dream world.