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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Belthazor...)
After a few minutes of lying together, Monica’s head on your shoulder, her fingernails gently scratching across your chest as you cup and gently squeeze one supple breast, you begin to feel the blood returning to your cock.
This development does not go unnoticed by the stunning ginger beside you. “Oh?” She cocks an eyebrow as she meets your gaze, her green eyes sparkling.
“Mmmhm,” you hum.
Her delicate hand slides down your torso to gently cup and squeeze your now-rapidly growing member. She begins to slowly pump your shaft. “Rachel’s a lucky girl.”
“I’m the lucky one,” you reply in a husky voice. (Very smooth, Don Juan. Keep that up.) You give her soft breast another squeeze, harder this time. “Especially right now.”
Monica smiles, her cheeks reddening. She doesn’t speak, but the grip on your cock tightens as she pumps slightly faster.
Ready to get things going again, you turn your body to kiss her full lips and, reluctantly, release her boob as you crawl backwards, kissing her stomach, hips and thighs as you go. You can smell her arousal as her ample thighs spread and it makes you salivate.
A sigh issues from her at the first kiss lands just above her neatly trimmed patch of red hair. A shudder as your tongue, flat and wide, passes up her labia, narrowing to a tip to flick against her clit at the apex.
She moans and you glance up, lips still planting soft kisses on her glistening pussy. One hand squeezes her breast and begins to pinch and tug at her nipple as the other reaches down to snake her fingers through your hair.
It’s go time.
When you feel her grip onto your hair, you dive into her pussy, licking, sucking and jabbing your tongue along her sex. You taste the rich flavoi2:u}r of her arousal, swallowing greedily as you insert a finger to stroke her g-spot.
Monica’s breathing grows shallow and ragged as she pulls your hair, bringing you as close to her as she can. The neatly trimmed patch of hair tickles your nose a bit, but your focus is locked. You know what’s coming and await the embrace of Valhalla.
She shrieks as her thighs clamp against the sides of your head, pinning your face to her pussy. Damn, you love it when a plan comes together. You seize her voluptuous ass with both hands, lifting her hips as you continue licking with wild abandon, relishing the way she yanks at your hair and bucks against your face. You can’t hear much above the blood pounding in your ears, but you can just make out her screams of delight, your name bursting from her lips.
You can only really see her pubes, what with her thighs enveloping your head so tightly, but the light does start to flicker in the corners of your eyes. Your lungs begin to ache for oxygen and you mildly wonder if this is how you go out (like a goddamn legend), but suddenly the welcoming prison of her legs part. Her hand is on your forehead, pushing you away from her sensitive clit.
You desperately want to shove your throbbing erection into her gushing pussy, but you take a breath and give her a moment to do the same.
You can feel her juices all over your chin, dripping from your beard, but move up to kiss her anyway. Monica reciprocates passionately, reveling in the taste of her own orgasm.
“Fuck me, Ross. Please, I need it!” She’s practically writhing beneath you, arching her back to try to get her pussy up to your cock.
You glance toward the nightstand, knowing the condoms are in the drawer in a box. As loathed as you are to break this passion, you do the smart thing and reach for the drawer. “Let me grab a-”
“I don’t care, I just need you now, ” Monica moans desperately. “Fuck the condoms, stick it in me raw. Let me feel you!”
Your eyes widen with a wicked delight. “You sure?” Even as your swollen cockhead rubs against her wanton pussy, you know you’d best double check.
“Please!”
That’s all you need to hear as you plunge your aching cock deep into the hot, tight embrace of her pussy. Another lustful yelp from Monica and you’re off to the races!
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