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He was hers and she planned to use him fully. Her hands gripped him, sliding up and down his length. She dropped to her knees and consumed him with her mouth, dancing across the surface of his skin, relishing the flavor of him. So very different from the others. He was masculine fire in her mouth. Although he allowed her to do as she wished, she knew at any moment he could try to take control. But she wanted him like none of the others through the ages.
She skipped her tongue along his rigid staff, swirled it over the full, mushroomed tip, sliding beneath the cap, playing him like a fine instrument, sipping at him like a rare wine. She wanted to savor him slowly, remember the taste and smell that waltzed through her, but she needed him inside her now.
His fingers were tangled in her hair as he gripped her. She felt his desire rising fast and furious, his energy blending with her own. There was no time to take it slowly as her pussy dripped with her juices, pulsed with her own desire. She couldn't wait.
Swiftly rising to her feet, she shed her panties. His arms circled around her, lifting her. She grabbed his shaft, easing it toward her entrance. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she slowly lowered herself onto the burgeoning rod.
He was so big and she felt the walls of her sheath expand as he penetrated her, each nerve ending clutching at the stiff flesh as it entered her. His mouth descended to claim her lips, pushing his tongue deep inside just as his cock claimed her pussy, so his lips claimed her mouth.