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He’s been thinking about sex for a while.

At least I wasn’t alone in my quest for pleasure.

His fingers trail the waistband of my panties, pushing it down in the process, and when he touches me between my legs, I’m almost done.

He only tears away from me to push my panties to my ankles. His shoulders hit the wall while he lifts my thigh and hitches it high on his hip.

My sensitive clit is pressed against his fly when we connect our lips, our mouths hungrier than ever.

Without much waiting, he runs his zipper down, reaches inside his pants, and pulls out his erection.

I push up onto my toes while he maneuvers his way inside me. Once he fills me up, my center hugs him tightly, tingles swirl inside my core, and we feast on each other’s mouths again.

He moves his hips, plunging his tongue into my mouth, and I moan and grind on him like the world is about to end.

Eventually, he hooks his arm around my other thigh and lifts me up. Slightly pivoting, he slides my butt onto the table while sweeping all the things to the side.

Something clatters as it meets the floor.

It’s probably his phone.

His hips roll, his chest heaving, and my moans only grow louder.

We ignore everything we said as we enjoy each other like it’s a contest.

My hands go down his back and muscular backside before moving up and threading through his hair.

He holds me tight while fucking me harder, and the wall shakes behind me.

I sink my teeth into his lip, and he bites me back with vigor before our lips roll again and our tongues get entangled.

It doesn’t take long, and his hand slides down inside my top.

A few buttons fall, ripped from the neckline, before he squeezes my chest hard.

“I love it…” I say through moans and breaths falling quickly from my chest.

Sweat trickles down my neck, and my pulse surges.

He moves fast, and I come, shaking in his arms. His frame hardens as he grunts, pounding me ferociously.

We burn like the fiery pits of hell when we’re done with each other. Warm release drips from between my legs while he’s still inside me.

His arms drape around me, his lips hot against my temple.

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” he says in a raspy voice, slightly nasal, smokey and sexy.

“Maybe I’ll see you before the wedding rehearsal. What say you?”

I nod, still panting.

“Yes… We can do that.”

We sound like two people making arrangements for something trivial, not exactly secret sex.

“All right,” he drawls, emptying me in one smooth move.

He tucks his semi-hard cock inside his pants and looks down for his phone.

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