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Her hand gently masturbated him while sliding her mouth up on his cock, making sure he felt the inside of her cheek, her tongue and her lips, not really sucking but milking him. Milking him. Oh, shit, at this rate he’d come in her mouth, and as seconds passed that idea became increasingly appealing...

One of his hands touched her head, stroking her hair encouragingly even as he struggled inside, fighting the pleasure she was draining from him, torn between wanting immediate release and craving the feeling of being in her.

Building up the speed almost excruciatingly slowly, she played him like a damned instrument, and as his fingers tightened in her hair, her silky locks felt like another layer of possibility, her hair casual and comforting and just right—like everything else this night. She gently touched his balls and he felt his juices begin to ooze out into her mouth, so that she gasped even with his pole in her mouth, the combination of moist heat and cold, rushing air too much.

The sound of her voice vibrated his cock in her throat, her lips kissing her own thumb and forefinger, wrapped like a cock ring, as Dylan was completely enveloped by her. Nearly screaming, he sat up and grasped her head, grinding his hips in and out as she sucked hard, then let go, in rhythm to get him off. She completely covered his root with her lips. He panted, overtaken by this gem, his hands roaming over her gorgeous breasts, her hair falling in waves over her face as she mouth fucked him, and the better part of him stopped her, wanting to give her more.

But holy hell, she was a master at this.

Second date, Dylan, he told himself. Second date.



Am I really giving head on the first date? Laura wondered, her mouth working the magic she knew she possessed. She was good at this. Really good. A fleeting thought, pretty girls don’t need to do that, shot through her mind and she willed it away. Giving a blow job wasn’t about being pretty enough.#p#分页标题#e#

It was about control.

Until Dylan had stopped her, she had him completely in her spell. And liked it.

His fingers sought out her arousal, discovering her wetness. “I want you, Laura. I need to be in you,” he murmured, her eyelids fluttering shut and her brain bending into a pretzel, twisted by a sudden lust, a lushness to his words, their presence, this now that made her want to immerse herself in Dylan forever.

You would think she would be sated from what he had done with that skilled tongue, but a new wave renewed within. She wanted every inch of him, however he was willing to give it. Laura needed to impale herself on him, to ride that shaft, to feel his body on top, to have his hands on her, in her, over her—whatever her—and she wanted to exert control once again, to be controlled, to just—

Have more.

Shoving him on the bed, she put her legs on either side of his hips, the rasp of leg hair and flesh like music to her ears, his mere touch connecting her to a confidence she enjoyed. Aiming him carefully, she hovered over him, savoring the seconds, his eyes locked with hers, the skin around them warm and inviting, and she plunged herself directly over his gloriously-thick shaft. He was eager and pulsing, and she groaned when he went all the way in.

What she wanted to say was something profound, the right words to match what her body was screaming. Instead, she sighed, “Oh, Dylan,” for the feeling was indescribable, a denouement, emotional and psychological, all at once. Like a real hole being filled, finding a being strong enough to fill it.

As she stretched up to his tip, sliding up his pole was a sweet sensation, her body moving toward a screaming orgasm more amazing than any before. He licked one hand and stroked her nipple; he was spasming her pussy. Moving slightly, changing everything, Laura slid enough to make him beg, tightened her cunt, then plunged down again.

“Holy shit! You have a magic pussy. You are so, so tight, so warm,” he convulsed. She sighed, the feeling too intense. She didn’t have a mind, just an ass he grabbed and nerve endings and her fullness.

He took charge, both standing now, bending her over the bed, tummy down. One hand slid him in as he took her doggie style, his other hand in her hair. She reached for her clit as he dove into her, face buried in the bed.

She thrust back against his cock, the pleasure so insane, the force of his tip against her cervix making her scream. She clenched the bedsheets, her fists tightening, her finger finding her clit a swollen, hot mess ready to explode.

“Ah, GOD!” And she screamed and screamed and rutted, an animal of need as wetness hit her, knew she was spurting, felt him jerk and jizz filling her with his semen, her pussy one big fuck bucket, as he screamed, too.

“Laura! Fuck me!” He couldn’t speak any longer, she stopped thinking and her body tried so much to come as hard as it could, her flesh determined to work with the magnitude of climax as his slickness and the power of his legs moving him in and out of her turned their coupling into a well-oiled machine.