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fight.” He kissed her again. “You look beautiful.”
    “You look pretty good yourself.” Their lips met hungrily, kissing each other with passion, their tongues caressing each other. Letting out a loud moan, he let her go and ripped his shirt over his head, then undid the belt of his black slacks, kicking them off. He reached down and removed his shoes and socks. His magnificent body, the tan of his torso, his six-pack stomach, and the white, untanned skin where his bathing suit blocked the sun’s rays, looked so much better than his pinup spread in the calendar. Biceps bulged effortlessly as he reached forward, and her breath caught in her throat as she delighted in the view.
    He gently spun her around and undid the zip in the back of her dress, letting it slip off her shoulders and fall to the floor. He turned her around to face him again. She relished the look on his face as he surveyed her fit, tanned, and strong body. Glancing down, she saw his erection beckoning, and felt intense quivering deep inside her. He lifted his hand and gently touched her cheek, her hair, then her neck. He bent forward and kissed her lips, then the small hollow at the base of her throat. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra, revealing her breasts.
    He licked each areola delicately with his warm tongue, causing goose bumps all over her body. His moist lips surrounded them, his mouth covering first one, then the other, as he sucked them, caressing the nipples with his tongue. An explosion of wetness escaped her, drenching her thong. She ached for him to touch her there, to kiss her and love her. His gentle hands traveled all over her back, down to her buttocks, finding the thin strap of her thong and sliding it slowly down. His fingers probed her, gently, tantalizing her and sending waves of longing through her whole body.
    “Mmm, you’re so wet,” he crooned as he moved his lips down her flat, muscular tummy to the little strip of hair. She reached behind her and, finding the couch, rested her hands on it, bending backwards and opening her legs as he buried his face in her dripping pussy.
    She let out a low moan, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to hold on a moment longer. He ran his hands down her shins and took hold of the bright red stilettos she was still wearing.
    “You’re so hot. So sexy.” His words, breathy and low, were barely able to be understood, his mouth still working its magic on her pussy. With one hand, he reached out to his trousers, lying in an untidy pile on the floor. As he reached into a pocket, she moved further back onto the couch. He quickly opened the packet and rolled the protection on his shaft, then climbed on to her.
    She gasped as his cock slid into her, deeply, forcefully, then moved around, exciting her. She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him close to her, wanting to feel him inside her as he began pumping her hard. Her whole body desired him—needed him—impatient for the moments of fulfillment, yet wanting it to go on forever. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he drove into her in an ever-increasing rhythm. Her nails dug into his back, her breath came in sharp gasps.
    Dave let out a bellow as he exploded within her, his whole body shuddering as he lay above her, cock throbbing inside her. Suddenly she spasmed as her orgasm shot through her, clamping around him. It was some minutes before either moved, laying together as their breathing dropped to normal. They clung to each other, perspiration covering their bodies. He moved from her and lay down with her on the couch, their bodies close. He kissed her softly, his eyes gentle as he stared into hers.
    Suddenly, his face crinkled up. “Ow! My arm.” He swung his legs off the couch and sat up. “I forgot about my arm.”
    She helped him into the shower, and afterwards, helped him dress and put his injured arm back in the sling. Handing him a glass filled with bourbon and ice, she sat down next to him on the settee as they each