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roughly, Tariq's hands began to explore the skin now free on her legs, and grope the soft material of her panties, squeezing her ass firmly between the palm and thumb of his huge hands.
"I said, fuck me," Chloe said, incapable of waiting even another second to feel Tariq inside her. She began to grapple with his belt, undoing it in a flash, and without stopping, her hands dived to the zipper of his suit trousers. She allowed her fingers to delicately dance across the hardness she could feel underneath the material, feeling a satisfying jerk as his member responded to her light, delicate touch.
"You're the boss," Tariq growled, lifting her up from his body with one powerful hand and hooking the fingers of his other through the waistband of her panties, tearing them off and throwing them onto the floor so that Chloe could feel the cool air-conditioned air of the hotel suite licking at the hot slit between her legs. He let her drop down, and she landed on his hardness, but he didn't stop, his hands now moving to the buttons of her shirt, and within seconds that, too, was lying on the floor, leaving her in just a bra.
Tariq stood up, taking her with him, and he threw her down onto the sofa. He stood over her, his broad shoulders pumped with blood from the exertion, doing their best to push their way out of his shirt. He tugged his tie over his head with one hand, undid the buttons of his shirt with the other, and let Chloe get to work freeing his pants.
Almost shy, even though she was mostly naked, Chloe looked up at the handsome Prince and asked, "Can I?"
Tariq nodded back, and demurely, Chloe traced her hands up the back of Tariq's naked thighs, running her hands through the soft, curly hair that covered his strong, powerful legs. As she did so, she could see his manhood growing under the soft cotton of his boxer shorts. She looked up and saw the fire in his eyes, and couldn't hold herself back any longer.
Chloe threaded her hands into the waistband of Tariq's underwear and swiftly pulled them down at the precise moment that he shrugged off the only other piece of clothing on his body – his shirt – leaving him in front of her, completely unclothed. Chloe ran her hands back up his legs once again, this time unimpeded by the underwear, and cupped his firm ass cheeks with her tiny hands.
Only a few inches of air separated her face and his large, thick, semi-erect penis, and Chloe couldn't wait any longer, she took his length in her mouth, swallowing as much of him as she could take, savoring the smooth feeling of the skin in her mouth, the salty taste, and most of all – the overwhelming heat.
Above her, Tariq sighed with pleasure and allowed his hands fall to Chloe's shoulders, making her half jump with surprise. She took the movement as a sign to redouble her efforts, and licked, nipped and nibbled at the hot, thick manhood in her mouth until Tariq was audibly, continually moaning in pleasure.
"Your turn," Tariq whispered huskily, pushing Chloe back onto the sofa. She'd been so completely absorbed in pleasuring him and focused solely on that single goal that she had been almost completely unaware of anything else going on around her, and the action took her completely by surprise. She gasped, letting out a shocked breath of air as she fell back against the soft, cold material of a new patch of leather.
The naked Tariq fell upon her like a hound out of hell, the look of desire in his eyes overwhelming – and unstoppable. He unclipped Chloe's bra in a swift, practiced and unhurried motion, tossing it to one side, and then took her breasts in his hands and played with her sensitive nipples, sending two parallel shocks of electric excitement running through Chloe's entire body.
"Yes," Chloe whispered breathlessly, and Tariq wisely took it as a sign to focus his attention on the nipples, now his turn to lick and nibble. As he moved, the short stubble of his evening beard scratched against the soft flesh of Chloe's