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I force myself to focus on the here, the now. Not on the tomorrow or the future. But this. Here. Her pussy and her ass and her fucking blissful lush body just waiting to be taken.

I revel in her scent and my need spills down through my cock, my thighs, my every fucking muscle and bone.

Her body writhes as I lick and suck on her hard, sweet clit, spreading her legs until her tendons stand out under the soft creamy flesh of her thighs.

She moans, back arching, mouth open, fingers gripping the sheets. With every part of my soul, I want to taste her bliss, to bring her to the deepest pleasure she’s ever felt, to have her dripping pussy gush her rapture onto my tongue.

I curl one finger deep inside her tight little hole, my mindseizing with the feeling of sweet softness around my thick digit, imagining what it’ll feel like on my throbbing shaft.

I pummel into her, careful not to wreck the tight resistance she’s saved for me, licking and sucking her and lapping her up until she stills, body tense, mouth open.

The calm before the storm.

Her hands find their way to my head, keeping me close as I finger fuck her and work her clit with my tongue.

“OhGod,” she moans, then her whimpers and groans fill the room as her hips begin to jerk and twitch under my mouth. I drink her in, greedy and hungry, as her cunt tightens around my finger.

She comes and comes, harder and louder and stronger than in all my fucking cock-pumping fantasies.

I’m overwhelmed to the point of madness as pleasure overtakes her. And all that pleasure, I’m fucking giving her that. I am fucking taking her here.

Me. Her. Together.

Nothing in the world could be better than giving her this, right now. Just us. Like I’ve always wanted.

Her body tightens in one final spasm, and I taste her wetness as it changes from slick arousal to rich orgasm. As she grips my head with her thighs, lost in this manic bliss, her wetness reminds me of us when we were little. When I’d kiss her tears away.

It’s a lifetime of twisting and curse words and sobs as she loses control and I’m here for it all. My mouth never leaves her heaven, sucking and swallowing everything she offers as I worship at the shrine of my one and only.

Her moans slow, her body begins to settle. She gulps and pants as I take one long lick from the crease of her ass to the top of her wet, swollen lips.

“Oh,God,” she whimpers, giving my face a gentle push away.I know she’s too sensitive for more. But I couldn’t help myself from taking one last taste.

I stand, feeling my cock fucking throb like a damn toothache, desperate for its turn as I look down at her, her chest red with orgasm-heat, her body slick with sweat.

I take in her soft round curves. Her open legs. The sheen of her dripping wet pussy. Her sweet pink slit. My fucking dick is about to explode as I imagine spraying my hot seed right up against her ripe womb. And with that thought, I grunt as a spurt of pre-cum reminds me I need to get down to business or I’m not going to last.

“Look at me, Kitty Kat.” It’s all I can do to keep my voice low and steady. “Tell me this is what you want.”

She answers by rolling over, bracing her arms and crawling toward me. She locks those sexy brown eyes on me, back arched, ass swaying. I’ve always called her Kitty Kat. But right now, looking up at me, she’s all babygirl. One hundred percent.

She’s so fucking sexy, I feel like I could take on the world for her. My own Helen of Troy.

“Can I tasteyounow?” she asks, panting and breathless still as she comes down from her peak. Her voice is so sweet, so innocent. Her little fingers find their way to my pants. And at the lightest pressure of her touch, I feel another pulse of pre-cum release, hot and sticky inside my pants.

She glances down, smiling. She fucking knows what’s she’s doing. A larger wet spot forms over my erection.

“Well, well, well,bigbrother,” she teases, tracing the shape of my hard dick through the canvas of my fatigues. “Big in more ways than one.”

Her eyes narrow, turning dark and sultry.

I cup her chin, drawing her eyes upward.

“Tell me all the dirty things swirling around in that pretty head.”

Without breaking my stare, she traces the ridge of my cock’scrown, then down the shaft, back up and grabbing the tip. “I saw you in the shower, two years ago. I know what’s under here. And I want it. Close up this time.Personal.”

I pinch her cheeks together. “You say that like you can handle it.”