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She rolled her tongue over my penis forehead and licked it like a slut. She indeed acted like one.My one hand was at the back of her head keeping her busy around my dick and other started to feel her 32 D boobs and pinched her nipple. She screamed out of pain by removing her mouth from my dick. She said don’t do it again or else I won’t suck you.I was quiet and moved my hand to the other boob. I played with them. I knew that pleasure was building inside me and I could explode anytime.I pushed. We just walked to the dance floor unnoticed. The familiar music playing was a slow song and he wrapped my body tight against his as we began swaying to the tune. His pointer finger idly played with one of my straps as his other hand was rising and falling from my hip down the side of my ass. I let one arm drop from around his neck and trace a line down to the waistband of his trousers. I let my middle finger play at the top of his pants sighing a bit as I thought of what lay beneath that. Fuck me some more.” I reached down, opened her pussy lips with my thumbs, and slid my cock into her hole. Again, this was down and dirty fucking. There was no teasing involved; no romance; no love-making. She wanted it hard and fast, and she didn’t mind if it hurt a little. I slammed my cock into her slit and she screamed at me to fuck her harder and faster. I tried to keep myself from cuming by pulling all the way of her slit and then sliding it all the way back in. Each time I pulled my cock. When we returned home, I helped her up the steps to our third-floor penthouse. She stumbled in the door and I followed not far behind, locking the door behind me. I stripped out of my shirt, because her drink had spilled on it when we were leaving. She turned around and looked at me with a puzzled look."Are you naked?" Not yet," I replied.I shed my jeans next, tossing my clothes in the laundry basket before heading to the bedroom, only left in a small black g-string and a matching push-up bra,.
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