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stop.”
    Emboldened by his words, I slid my hands all the way into his pants and took his enormous, hard cock in both.
    “Wow,” I murmured. I’d never felt anything like it.
    Harrison unzipped his fly and removed his pants and underwear, giving me greater access to his cock. He was now completely naked.
    “Can I lick it?” I said.
    “Yes,” he moaned, throwing his head back. “Yes, God, yes.”
    I slid off my heels and leaned down. I took his hard penis in both my hands, then touched my tongue softly to the tip of his shaft, knowing he’d want me to take it as slowly as possible. He let out a cry of pleasure. It sounded so amazing, I felt like I was racing towards climax just listening to him.
    Harrison stroked my hair as I began running my tongue slowly along his penis, listening with mounting pleasure to the moans and gasps he was making. Every time my eyes darted up to look at him I could hardly believe what was happening, that I had Harrison Wrexler’s cock in my mouth, and that I was making him murmur with ecstasy. It was so amazing, so incredible, so arousing.
    Then Harrison reached down and touched my chin with his fingertips, guiding me to standing.
    “Did I do something wrong?” I asked.
    He shook his head. “You’re doing everything right. Too right. I’m too close.”
    “Oh,” I said, feeling my blush rise up my cheeks again.
    “I think it should be your turn now,” Harrison said, turning me around so that my back was pressed against his chest. I could feel his erection against my buttocks, resting between them. It felt like heaven.
    Harrison slipped his fingers into my bra. He gently caressed my nipples, making them harden under his touch. Then he gently unhooked my bra. He slid each strap over my shoulder, one at a time, pressing a kiss against the bare flesh as he went. I shivered as my bra fell down to the floor.
    Harrison began tracing circles across my stomach and breasts with his soft fingertips. I couldn’t help but moan. It felt incredible, so close to ticklish but not quite, reaching a new realm of sensation I’d never before accessed. His licked my neck and earlobes, then traced one finger all the way down from my right nipple to my panties. My whole body shuddered.
    “Do you like that?” he asked, his soft British accent murmuring in my ear.
    “Yes,” I gasped. “I love it.”
    Harrison repeated the movement, only this time, instead of stopping at the waist of my panties, he slid his fingers straight beneath the material, along my pubic mound, and onto my clitoris. I grunted and gripped the table, pulling myself back into him so that I could feel his erection between my buttocks. He was so hard.
    As his fingers began rubbing my clitoris, I wriggled my ass in a circular motion. I could feel his penis respond favorably to the motion, growing harder with my movement.
    “Oh yes,” Harrison whispered in my ear. His fingers found their way inside of my vagina. “You’re so wet.”
    I was. I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on in all my life.
    “Let me taste you,” Harrison said, and his words were almost enough to tip me into a climax.
    He circled his arms around me and spun me, propping me up on the desk. His penis was so close to entering me I could hardly hold myself back.
    “I want to feel you inside of me,” I gasped.
    Harrison bit his lip. “Not yet…there are a million things I want you to feel first.”
    Then he dropped to his knees, and I felt his tongue against my clitoris. I cried out with pleasure and grasped his head.
    “That’s so good,” I gasped, as he lapped at my clit.
    I didn’t want this pleasure to end, ever. I wanted time to stand still so that Harrison and I could have this moment forever, without the fear of the trial or a prison sentence, without any kind of future to think of.
    “Please,” I said. “I need you inside.”
    Harrison stood, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks flushed and his pupils dilated. He took me gently in his