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Maci breaks from my mouth. “Holy shit!” She cries out.

Her hand slides from my chest to the belt of my jeans and she works at opening my jeans. I want to stop her and tell her this is all for her, but the determined look in face tells me something different. She needs this. She needs to feel me.

Her little hand reaches my dick and she shivers at the size of me. I’m not an average guy in the length and width department. I know I’m large.

“Fuck,” she whimpers.

Her hand engulfs my dick and I slide my fingers through her wetness. Her pussy is drenched from her arousal. I begin to fuck her with my fingers when I get to her hole. She is extremely tight and her muscles spasm around my fingers.

My thumb tickles her clit as I fuck her with my hand.

I can tell she’s losing focus when her hand falls off of me and her body starts to shake.

“Yeah, baby. You gonna come?” I groan against her lips. “Give me those lips!”

Maci returns my kiss with fervor. Each thrust and twirl of my fingers has her getting closer and closer to her orgasm. She starts moaning loudly and forgot about jerking me. I don’t care at the moment. This is about her. She needs to get off before I fuck her into the mattress.

“Hawk!” She screams and her muscles tighten around my fingers as her orgasm flows through her body. I don’t let up, though. I continue to fuck her with my fingers until she’s crying out for me to stop.

It’s not until she stops shivering and shaking from her orgasm do I pull my hand out of her shorts and lick her orgasm clean. Her taste is addictive. Everything about the woman is addictive.

“Holy hell,” she whimpers and her long hair spread out around her face. “Your turn,” she whisper seductively.