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Her thighs quake and she grinds back against me. She moans into the comforter and begs me to keep going.

My tongue glides from the back to the front of her pussy, then back again. It travels up to the puckered hole and earns another yelp out of her when she feels it prodding at the tight, shriveled opening.

My name falls again and again from her lips. But she obediently holds her ass cheeks apart and lets me dine on her until she’s obscenely wet. Her whole pussy gleams, so bright, pink, and enticing against her smooth brown skin.

I have to pause and draw a breath to keep myself from coming. I’m so hard that no amount of fisting myself works. My cock throbs for the real thing.

To be buried inside Monroe’s pussy.

Last time, I took her in the alley. Then I took her mostly from behind once we made it back to my apartment.

Originally, I had every intention of doing the same tonight.

But as I look at my beautiful little rabbit propped on her knees, her pussy dripping and waiting for me, I realize I crave something else.

My pants are quickly disposed of.

I snap forward on another attack. Monroe screams in surprise as I flip her back over and push her thighs far apart. Rubbing the head of my engorged cock along the seam of her pussy, she shudders in anticipation. Then cries out all over again once I drive myself inside her.

Her legs instinctually wrap around me. Our mouths naturally seek each other out.

I brace myself over her as I revel in the intense heat enveloping me. It’s like swimming in a hot pool that massages my cock and then sucks me into its tight, narrow depths.

Monroe grips at me, muscles flexing and contracting around me.

The sensation is otherwordly. Enough to send vibrations of pleasure surging through my body. I can’t even move as I struggle to regain my bearings.

“Damn,” I groan, panting. “Tokki-ya, your pussy is going to kill me. You’re going to choke me to fucking death and it’d be worth it.”

A flirty little smile passes across her flushed face as she tips her head up and I answer her request for another kiss.

We’re entangled together as, finally, I begin to move. My hips draw back, then forward. It sets off the pace and rhythm that I find. I cup the back of her head and stroke into her, forcing her gaze. Neither of us can look away.

We’re wrapped up in the moment, smashed tightly together. Her clit rubs against my pelvis and she peers up at me with shiny dark eyes that show my reflection.

It makes everything more intense.

The connection between us charges the air. If either of us wanted to deny what’s developed, the window has closed.

There’s no running from this. No turning back. We both know it as I thrust into her tight, slick pussy and she kneads me.

My strokes come long, slow, and deep. The rocking motion is just what Monroe needs. She bows her spine and clings to my back, raking her nails down the divots of muscle. I can feel her pussy walls convulse when she reaches her first orgasm.

Her pussy floods me with more juices. She’s wetter than ever. Soaked enough that the wet, clapping noises we make as I slide in and out of her become the loudest sounds in the room.

I clamp my hand around her throat and demand to know what she wants.

“Harder,” she begs.

It ignites a new level of feral hunger. A thick grunt rumbles out of me as my thrusts turn vicious and aggressive.

Her pussy flutters around my cock as I squeeze her throat tighter and pound deeper into her.

I can see the euphoria pass over her face, feel the quick pulse on her throat as I choke her and she claws at me, leaving scratch marks on my arms. Her hips gyrate in tune with mine, goading me on, pussy walls contracting around my cock.

I fuck her until I feel every tiny ridge and every ripple.

“Who owns you, Tokki-ya?” I demand, pounding away. “Tell me!”