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| She knew he was right. She always felt safe living vicariously through her friends instead of tasting a little of life's experiences for herself. Then, without hesitation, she grabbed onto his open collar and covered his mouth with hers, tasting the sweetness of rum on his breath. She released him from her grip temporarily moving to the remaining buttons of his shirt, sliding her hands acrossed the expanse of chest hidden by a cotton T-shirt as she progressed to move the first layer of clothing separating them. She then removed the second layer of material by peeling it from the waist of his black slacks and covering his chest with kisses as the material moved further and further away from his body until he was shed of it. Her fingers delicately moved acrossed the strength of his shoulders as he held her gaze."Are you sure?" She silenced him with a kiss as she fumbled with his belt buckle finally finding an opening. She quietly moved down his body removing the object in her teeth returning to find his swollen member straining to be released from it's prison. She then pressed him to the desk returnig to the task at hand. She slowly released the over eager object. She grinned mischievously as she admired the generous object standing before her. She took the tip of it in her mouth, savoring the flavor of his body before taking it fully into her mouth. She torturously moved back and forth on him producing a low inaudible moan of her name to escape his lips as she returned to him with the inescapable look of longing to be touched. She felt his hands slither down her back releasing the only that was holding her dress up and letting it fall to the floor. He returned to the lacy material restraining her bosom and bit through it. Tossing it away from them, he took her taut nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling upon each one as her hands grasped into the soft mass of darkness covering his head. She felt him move toward the lower regions of her body removing the lacy white material from it. His tongue feathered against her thigh as he approached the very part she needed to feel him inside of. He lifted her onto the desk spreading her even further apart as his tongue delved into her body. He replaced his tongue with his fingers as he took the swollen bud of flesh into his mouth,twisting it between his teeth as his fingers continued to remind her of his presence. Satisfied that she was ready to be taken over, he roughly introduced his rigid member inside of her as she grasped his shoulders. He briefly noticed the satisfaction in her eyes as he continued to drive into her. Her soft curves of flesh rubbed rapidly against the desk as his rhythm grew more rapid. She wove her legs around his body pulling him deeper inside as he continued expanding her breaths."Oh.. God..Oh..Yes!...Oh my God!...yes.. oh..that's...oh..oh god that's it!she screamed as she exploded from his rhythm. He continued his rhythm until she once again reached her release as he removed himself from her, releasing himself upon her. Exhausted, he leaned against the desk where her body rest as well. A few minutes later, he breathlessly whispered into her ear,"Now you have something to write about." "I can't argue with that,"she laughed. "I'd better get back." "I know,"she returned as she watched him dress. "I'll see you later?"he questioned. She simply replied with a soft kiss feeling the roughness of his stubble against her skin. She dressed herself after he returned to the party smiling to herself as she opened the door and returned to the spot she previously held on the couch. Fifteen minutes later, her friend Maria ventured into the den."Where you been all night? I've been looking all over for you,"she scolded. "Right here." "Writing the Great American Novel again huh? You couldn't possibly have anything interesting to write about." "Oh, I don't know about that now,"she smiled at her friend. "You're up to something." "Yes I am, but you'll never know until you read the book,"she grinned mischievously at her friend reminiscing of what had happened minutes before knowing as long as he was around she could always write the Great American Novel. |
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