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he slipped. I pushed him down to the deck. You’re mine now! His hands gripped in my hair, pulled my mouth to his.

    I shook my shoulders to be rid of the shirt and pulled at the clasp between the cups of the bra. He looked up at me from the deck. His eyes widened and his mouth opened as my big tits bounced free.  

    I straddled his stomach and gave him my breasts, one by one. Electric sparks crackled through me as he hungrily sucked on my nipples. My stomach vibrated inside as he pulled them with his strong lips.

    He licked and sucked all over my breasts, lapped them underneath and shook them. My breath rasped as I smothered his face with them. I held his hair against the deck as I nibbled all the way down his stomach. I jumped and thrilled as his abs trembled in response.

    My hand kept a grip in his hair and I reached the other hand to his buckle. His head lifted. I yanked it back down. I liked this game. A part of me didn’t even think about whether he liked it. I wanted this.

    His buckle fell open and I unbuttoned his fly. When I had the front of his pants open wide, I stopped and panted at the sight of the soft white cotton with a hot mass of hard flesh that pressed up from behind.

    I licked my lips. I jumped to kneel between his legs. The thickness of cotton was springy under my fingertips. I panted at the zinging pulse of his hot ridges. Drawing my fingers down both sides of his massive shift, I watched in wonder as it twitched and beat towards me.

    I bent closer to catch his scent, to breathe his heat. I licked my lips as I drew the waistband of the cotton slowly down. My eyes widened at the marvel of body architecture, the fat girth of his hard man-muscle.

    The tip of my finger stroked gently from the cleft of the wonderful head, all the way down the tight curve, down to the soft sac. As I repeated the motion, it jumped under my finger.

    My body was torn, wild with desire and yet needing his touch.   I wanted the delicious torture of foreplay to go on forever, to test, tease, and barely touch his skin all over, centimeter by centimeter.

    At the same time, I was desperate to have him   stretch and fill me,   and blast me with his seed.

    My tongue made the decision for me. As I licked gently up the center of his swollen shaft, I knew I had to have the tang of him on my tongue–between my lips and at least to the top of my throat.

    While I began to swallow his cock and relish the mingle his scent and taste, his head lifted. I couldn’t reach to push him back, so I simply pointed. He trembled as he obeyed. As he trembled, he thickened. As he thickened, I sucked.

    Drawing my lips rhythmically along his length, I sensed his pace, felt where he needed pressure and where he wanted to be drawn and coaxed. Wet suction drew him in. My tongue slipped under him and his dark taste made me shudder with relish.

    I sucked gently in a slow rhythm as his slick bulb filled the back of my throat. His forceful response drove me on. While I sucked him, I wriggled out of my jeans. Then I slid his down over his thighs, and off. I felt the warmth of his big thighs outside mine.

    While I sucked his cock, I reached for his hands and took them. I stroked his palms and mingled my fingers with his. Then I put his hands in my hair. As the weight of his hands pressed the back of my head, I nodded.

    He took the cue. His fingers entwined in my hair, and gripped my head. He pushed me harder, down onto his length. Yes! He shoved me farther down his thick cock until my lips met his hilt, until my tongue could touch his sac. Thin, sweet saliva gushed into my mouth and I held him in the smooth muscles of my throat.

    His thighs and stomach clenched, and he sighed. He pulled me up to him, looked with something akin to wonder into my face, and then bit his lip as a hot glow came into his eyes. He breathed hard and held me against his body. I saw a fury come into his face. I pressed my tongue inside my lip and I nodded softly, once.

    He