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I tore the condom open and slid it on.

As soon as my hand was out of the way, she grabbed hold of my dick. She held it in place while she lifted herself up, then settled on me.

It was perfect. She felt so tight around me, so hot. My head swam for a second.

“Fuck, Emma.”

“I’m gonna, give me a second.”

I laughed and put my hands on her hips.

She held still for a moment, then started to move. It was a little clumsy as she found her pace, but soon she settled into it, moving just right.

I wasn’t going to last long.

“We’re gonna have to go buy more condoms.”

“Yeah, we are.” She grinned. “How long are you in town?”

“Until Friday.”

“Stay here. Let’s do this every day.”

I nodded.

Like I could say no to her.

Especially when she sank down on me and rocked her hips just right.

I gasped, then let out a low moan.

She grinned. “I love that sound.”

“Do that again, and I’ll keep making it.”

She did.

And so did I.

She started to bounce again, kissing me every time she came up. She was enthusiastic and clearly down to try new things.

I wanted to keep this one.

“Emma… I’m…”

“Me, too.”

And then she dropped down one last time, arms tight around my shoulders. Her body shook against mine, her walls squeezing around me.

I was done, head thrown back as I moaned.

I dropped back against the mattress, pulling her down with me.

She held on tight, my cock still half inside her.

“God,” I murmured.

Emma nodded.

She lay there for a moment, still and silent, then tilted her head toward me. She looked up at me, one eye open, that mischievous smile back on her face.

“How long until we can go again?”

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