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The harsher my moves, the more wetness trickles down my thighs. We only break the kiss so I can slide up and down without restrictions.

I’m hardly a vaginal orgasm woman.

I don’t think I’ve ever had one, but I’m close to having one now. In all fairness, I’ve never been more worked up, more turned on, more ready for a man.

And there was no one in my life who ordered me around the way he just did.

His lips come to my chest again, this time his hands kneading my breasts, my nipples rolling between his fingers. The harder he does it, the more pain I feel, and the stronger the pulsing between my thighs.

Moans climb up my chest, and sweat lines my hairline and my neck when I increase the rhythm of my strokes.

His touch hardens on me, suggesting that we are both where we’re supposed to be.

His arms loop around me and forcefully move me down and up, taking control of the rhythm before his grunts become more frequent, and I know from the tension in his body and in mine that we will both come.

At the same time.

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The first timefelt like a storm.

And the second time now feels like an earthquake.

His warm release drips from between my legs as he breathes fast and stares at me with bedroom eyes, his smile wrapped in darkness and mischief.

He lets his hands drop down my butt, dips his fingers in his release, and smears it down my thighs so I reek of him.

When he’s done doing that, he moves his fingers between my legs from behind and massages my pussy with his come.

He grows hard again inside me while doing that, and I look at him with surprise.

“We’re doing it again?” I ask, smiling, forgetting about every other moment we have spent together up until this point.

“Yeah. We’re doing it slowly now. Like a dance. We don’t have to come. I just want to move inside you a little more. Tuck my seed into your body.”

I laugh.

I never thought I’d laugh at that.

He smiles.

“It’s a nice feeling,” he says, enjoying it as I move up and down.

“I thought you only paid for an hour.”

“Do you think anyone would come and ask me about those extra minutes?” he asks, amused.

“Probably not.”

“For sure not.”

He looks down at the money soaked in semen on the floor.

“Is that my money?” he asks.

“It’s my money now. And yes, it’s mostly your money. The rest is my tips.”

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