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He'd pulled her mouth back to his and sucked her tongue deep inside. His hands anchored at her hips, he thrust. He didn't need to say a word. His cock was thick and penetrated her easily, widened her as she felt him sink deep, touch nerves that made her shudder as he passed inward.
His hands lifted her and slammed her down until she got the rhythm he demanded. Then his hands left her hips and again slipped beneath her sweater, tugging at her nipples through the material of the flimsy bra she wore.
At the back of her mind was the fact she was fucking a complete stranger. And that she was hotter than she had ever been before. She felt her juices coating him, making his passage easier. Felt the friction building, driving fast and hard up the summit. She ground her clit against him and slowed slightly.
Then his hands again fastened on her hips, lifted her, slammed her back down, again and again, until she returned to the rhythm which he set, obviously accepting no variation. Lust filled her like never before and she'd wanted to rip his clothes off as well as her own. Sweat began to dampen her skin. The air was scented thickly with their passion. He forced her head back and ate at her neck, sucked hard down the column. His demanding mouth magnified her desire and she rode him harder, taking him deeper, rising up and dropping down. God, it was fantastic.
Posted August 1, 2010
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