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I wonder where he’s been, the last few years I’ve been living in this sexless cul-de-sac.
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For who knows how long, I kneel there between his legs, my hands cupped around those beautiful cheeks, as my senses slowly restore and I can feel my kettledrum heart thudding in my ribcage.
Nothing exists for me at that moment save for his ass contracting around my pulsing, engorged flesh, and the sensation of my seed jetting into his guts.
I can tell from the way he instantly accommodates me, though, that he’s in no pain. Either I prepared him well with my rimming, or he’s naturally self-lubricating. Every stroke, every probe, every long pulling-out and sliding-in makes him gulp and yelp and moan.
The one thing I don’t have to wonder about is whether he’s enjoying himself.
One of his fists hits the mattress; I can feel the vibration as it strikes. Yet the longer I lap at him, the more of him I clean up, the deeper my tongue probes at that wide-open pussy that’s been fucked and bred, the less he resists.
Savagely I yank apart his cheeks and suck on the hole, tasting my essence as it oozes out. “No one’s ever done this for you after they fucked you. ” “Noooooo,” he whines, raising his head and shaking it. “But you love it, don’t you.” He knows it’s not a question. At first, he continues to beat the mattress with his clenched fist, as if pounding at a door that will never open. Thought you were number 88,” he says in an unexpectedly deep voice. For the first time, as he follows up the stairs onto my front porch, I can see that he’s as tall as I. Underneath those, he’s got a pair of baggy ripped jeans. Off comes his Yankees jacket, hitting the rug at the foot of my bed. There’s a gap between navel and jeans in which I can spy a perfect V across his narrow waist. He tugs at the waistband of my shorts, to let loose my cock. Even though the skin of his face is still cold, his mouth is wet. Once I’m down his throat, he opens his eyes again and regards me with heavy lids. 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The thin fabric of his tank top clings to and outlines his pecs. I adjust my stance so that my jeans fall to the floor. The stimulation might be enough to keep me hard, but maintenance is not the same as arousal. “Take off the jeans,” I order, as I step out of my own. He tugs off his top to expose that perfectly-worked chest. He pulls his feet, clad in white ankle socks, out of the pile of denim. The sensation is so intense for him that when he starts grabbing at his own ass cheeks I can’t tell whether he’s try to stop me, or to pull them apart to go deeper. In fact, until relatively recently, female sexuality was an oxymoron.The idea that women even wanted sex was a heretical thought. 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