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don’t have a dessert for you.  I thought it’ll be hard to top Sugah Cakes’ desserts,” Larkin said.
    “That’s fine, I don’t always have a taste for sweets,” Clint said, while his eyes kept darting to her breasts.
    “Well, if this was a date, this would be the part where the couple would watch a movie, all the while pretending to be interested in it, but they both know that they really want to jump each other’s bones,” Larkin teased.
    “But this isn’t a date, so we can watch a movie if you like, and we don’t have to think about getting into each other’s underwear.”
    “G-string.”
    Clint arched his eyebrows.  “Huh?”
    “I’m wearing a G-string,” Larkin clarified.  “A teeny tiny one.”
    Clint groaned.  “Now I didn’t need to know that,” he said.
    “Why not?”
    “Because now I’m picturing you in your teeny tiny G-string.”
    “I can help you out.  I can show you.” 
    “No,” Clint protested.
    “Oh yeah,” Larkin said, while she shimmied out of her leggings, she eagerly kicked them away.  Larkin twirled around, showing Clint her taut ass.  “You like?”
    “Take off that top,” Clint ordered, his resolve dissolving.
    “Anything you want.”  She slowly pulled the T-shirt over her head, gradually exposing her breasts.  Larkin tossed the top on the floor, and she stood in front of him, wearing only her G-string.  “I think you’re hot,” she whispered.
    “I’m married,” Clint said, suddenly wavering.
    “I know you are, you keep telling me.  I’m just giving you a compliment that’s all.  Is there anything wrong with that?” she asked, then sat down next to him.
    Clint shook his head.
    Larkin grinned sexily at him.  “But I do think you’re very cute.” She leaned forward and tentatively brushed her lips against his.  Clint didn’t discourage nor encourage her, she took that as a sign to proceed with caution.  Larkin slowly applied pressure until Clint’s lips relaxed under hers.  She reached up and cupped the back of his head, Clint groaned softly as he eased his tongue into Larkin’s mouth.  Larkin eagerly returned his kiss. 
    Clint moaned, he hadn’t been kissed in months and all the emotions he had been holding back exploded and he plundered her mouth, ravishing it.  He pushed her back so that he could see her breasts, he licked his lips then he squeezed them, Larkin gasped with pleasure. 
    “Lay down,” he commanded.  As soon as she was on her back, Clint ripped off her teeny tiny G-string.  “Open your legs, I want to see your pussy while I’m getting undressed.”  She splayed her legs open so that he could get an eyeful of her sweetness.
    Clint kicked off his shoes, tore off his clothes and threw them to the floor.  He fumbled in the pile for his pants, he reached into the pocket and pulled out a condom.  Trevor had given him some when he had told him he was having dinner with Larkin.  He had almost thrown them away, he was glad he didn’t.  He ripped open the foil package, took out the condom and slipped it on his hard cock. 
    Larkin shivered with desire, his penis was huge, bigger than Marcel’s.  Her pussy pulsed with anticipation when he leaned over her, his cock bumping against her.  Without saying a word, Clint plunged into Larkin, she gasped, then lifted her hips to meet him.  Clint glanced down to watch his cock disappear into Larkin’s folds.  His gaze moved up to her breasts bouncing enticingly, then up to her face, she had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted. 
    Clint closed his eyes, and tried to think about anything other than the beautiful lady underneath him.  It had been months since he had satisfying sex, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming too soon.  He almost fulfilled his goal and was in a neutral place where his motions were automatic, that was until Larkin began caressing his sac.  She tenderly gripped it. 
    “Don’t do that, that’s gonna make me