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up high between his finger and thumb.
    The manipulation was tortuous for Anna Marie, the pleasure of her breast being squeezed and pulled causing the blood to rush to her nipple, making it painfully hard. She began to squirm Secret Affair 50
    against her impalement, because her neglected but tortured nipple needed to be suckled hard by a warm, demanding mouth.
    But Dallas seemed to have no intention of giving her that sensual relief any time soon, and he continued to fondle her globe firmly, making sure to keep his touch away from the nipple.
    Anna Marie threaded her long fingers through his thick hair and tried to pull his mouth down to her breast.
    But he resisted, instead, choosing to idly trail his lips from her temple, down her cheek, down her neck, all the while maintaining his fondling. And as he caressed her, he shifted his hips, spreading her thighs more, and gave a thrust and only gained a fraction of an inch. She was, incredibly, as tight as she had been the first time he took her. He thrust again, and kept doing so, shallowly, patiently, managing to imbed himself deeper and deeper, her warm juice slicking her channel and aiding him. Beneath him, she trembled with each push, shifting often in discomfort at the sensation of being so stretched and so full, something that she was still very unfamiliar with. Finally, Dallas managed to fully lodge himself within her silky flesh. Above her, he shuddered at the sensation of welcome of her warm glove.
    She could feel the entire length of him, filling her completely, and that same tight need that she experienced the first time curled in her stomach. Sinuously, Anna Marie wriggled her hips a little and lifted one thigh higher to wrap around his waist.
    He felt her glove nudge and squeeze him and his cock went rock hard, and he thought he was going to burst his liquid in her salacious depths. He hissed out a breath, his hands tightening on her hips so that they bruised.
    “Stay still!” he ordered between gritted teeth, his face suffusing with dark red as he struggled to maintain his usual cool, iron control.
    Her lips pouted, her lids lowering over her gray eyes, but she obeyed, stilling her
    movements, docilely waiting for him.
    Dallas pulled his penis back as far as he dared and then pushed back in.
    She gasped at the heavy drag of her already heated loins and arched up, moaning, sliding her legs higher over his back.
    He pulled back and thrust in again, creating more erotic tension for both of them, He continued, keeping his pace light and slow, fucking her gently, and as he did, he watched her from beneath hooded lids from which his green eyes glittered with restrained savage hunger, Secret Affair 51
    watching the way she closed her eyes, her lips parted and her tongue flicked out to lick them, the flush coloring her pale face as well as down her throat, shoulders, and breasts.
    Anna Marie arched again, her hands pressed against his back. “Oh, God. Dallas…I…I
    can’t. Please…” she ended on a shuddery breath. She didn’t know what she was asking for, or what she was trying to say. All she knew was that having him so deep inside her was creating such an erotic sensation that she was almost frightened and, yet, wanting to surrender to it.
    As he moved in and out of her, Dallas focused, with some effort, his attention back to her neglected breast. He gave it a squeeze, causing another moan from her. He did it again, gently mauling it with his strong fingers, plumping it up, but, again, cruelly avoiding touching the nipple area, where he knew very well where her most sensitive nerves were. Her nipple became very hard with the aching need to have a male’s mouth to suckle on it. But he did not move to feed her hunger, or his, but continued to fuck her gently while groping her breast, ignoring her pleading looks, and watched the way she begged with her body by arching her breasts towards him, her imploring hands sliding frantically over his muscled arms and