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Tuesday, 17 April 2018



His fingers and teeth licked up and tasted caramel skin that felt like silk, was scented with sandalwood perfume, tasted of pure ambrosia, and quivered ever so slightly at his intimate touch.

He palmed a bare breast and massaged with a hint of pressure, a tinge of urgency.

This is because his cock was thick and throbbing and he was dying to be buried deep inside her warm, wet cunt.

He had the burning desire to make her explode and blow apart all her defences. He settled between her widened thighs, propped up on one elbow to keep from crushing her- he's thrice her size.

His abs grazed the outer lips of her kitty, her slick folds gliding against his hard muscles as she writhed beneath him, her cream coating his skin.

She rubbed all that juice on his abdomen and the friction was driving him mad. Her grinding was rubbing her clit on him and she was moaning loudly.

It drove him wild. He stared into her brown eyes and another bolt of lust speared through him.

She was suppose to come repair his faulty air conditioner - now, she's going to blow apart on his cock- he's going to make sure of that.


The tip of his tongue curled around her brown nipple, flecked with goosebumps and tight as fuck.

She had full, luscious breasts that filled his hand as her spine arched and the mound pressed into his palm.

His warm hands were warm and sparked a hint of possession at the way he handled her breasts.

His mouth closed over the a tittie and he suckled deep, then bit hard. Her sharp groan was softened when he licked it up softly.

Her lips were parted in agonized desire as he repeatedly licked, nipped and suckled her nipples, while laving the surrounding areola.

The incessant cycle of pain and pleasure was driving her crazy and she rubbed her cunt harder on his abs, mentally begging for something to fill her up.

This was not part of her job description, but the moment he pulled open the door and she saw his wet, bare chest with perfect nipples, she fell.

She tried not to look lower, but her eyes followed the movement of a water drop as it rolled from his neck, to his nipples, down past his menacing looking abs before disappearing into the fold of his low slung towel.

Her eyes met his and she knew she was gone.

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