He moaned into her mouth. “Still so tight.”
Emily ignored him. It was the same way that she was going to ignore the slow movements of his second hand to her bra strap afterwards and the way his lips left hers and gradually went down to the soft mound of her breasts. She was going to ignore the fact that everything that he was doing brought back memories of what they had started four years ago. It created an enthralling memory of what was to begin.
He was suckling her nipples remorselessly as if he had dreamt of nothing but doing so in the past four years. Afterwards, he gently raised her above his thigh and freed his cock through the zipper of his shorts.
He was big. He was ready for her.
Emily had been ready to have him inside her again for the past four years.
She closed her eyes as he raised her to sit on his cock. It slid in easily, with her pussy tightening ecstatically around it, craving for more. He didn’t guide her, he didn’t pull her up, but Emily began to move. She began to ride his cock so fast that she thought that her heart could fail her any time.
Yes, Emily decided that she was going to ignore every sensation that told her to ignore the way he made her feel. She was going to ignore the sudden rush that she felt any time that she was with him.
Emily had decided.
This man was going to have good memories from now on or she was going to die trying.
THE END
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