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I fell back against the couch and pulled Siainst the back of the couch, thrusting in and out of le allowed him to penetrate more deeply, and rabbed his backside, feeling the thrill of attending to hiot to have hi close I was already beginning to know his tells inti hi pull, I pushed hiainst him, he thrust upward as I sank down, and there was thatfeels stretched and pulled in thethat shouldn’t be inside is now inside and for a split second, it’s alien, unknown And then your skin senses a returning chaood, that feeling of fullness, of wonder and awe

And then you begin to e, I rollednot for the first tined with my exact measurements in mind He fit inside o He sensed it too, I could tell

He placed his hand flat against ," he whispered as I rode him, sweet and hot He kept my heart in his hand as I rocked into hi led to stay with me, to keep his eyes open as his release rushed in I took his hand froan to trace those daood…I…roaned, and I did And he did And we did

I collapsed into hi returned to hWhat an idea" He snorted, and I giggled

8:17 p the paint color in here?"

"Are you serious?"

"What? Maybe a lighter shade of green? Or even a blue? Blue ht be nice I’d love to see you surrounded by blue"

"Do I tell you how to take pictures?"

"Well, no…"

"Then don’t tellto change the palette in here, but it’s going darker Deeper, you ht say"

"Deeper, you say? How’s this?"

"That’s pretty good M of arthe cupboards to a rich, dark ood, and very deep is even better Can you put your foot on my shoulder?"

"Like that?"

"Christ, Caroline, yes, like that So…new countertop, you say? Marble ht be a little cold, don’t you think?"

"Yes, yes, yes! What? I mean, what? Cold? Well, since I’m not usually laid out like a jelly roll on the counter, the cold won’t botherout dough"

"Don’t," he warned, turning his face to kiss the inside ofas I felt his pace begin to quicken slightly, unnoticeable to anyone but me, the one he was currently inside of

"Don’t try to distract o of the countertop with his left hand and running it lightly overertips

A frantic energy began to settle lo in hs, the pit of h talk? No dirty dough talk for Siood froineso hard for you…" I trailed off, runninghiue and lips and teeth intent on bringing hie of my kitchen island, very much nad, as was our fair Mr Parker, buried inside and deter as possible We wanted to see how long we could carry on a conversation while…well…doing it So far seventeen of the most intense, sensual, fantasticthe foreplay O was dancing in the periphery, wondering why she wasn’t being granted immediate access But now I had control of the bitch, and this sweet torture was incredible Worth enduring

That is, until Simon asked me to placehe held open to one side, his hps rotating inin the smallest of increments He was the one who insisted on the conversation, and I’d been able to keep up, until the foot on shoulder Suddenly, parts that hadn’t really been a part of it before were now being sti harder and harder to keep my wits aboutas I could be under Sia wits rehty Girl I will dirty talk you right off this island"

"Mmm, Simon, can’t you just seepin in hand, and a bowl full of apples?"

"Apples? Oh boy, I love apples," he groaned, picking upit on the opposite shoulder, his hands roughly pulling ain just a bit

"I know you do, with cinnamon? I could bake you a pie, Simon Your very own apple pie, even a houy You know all you have to do is askas he sped up again, the sound of skin slapping not even funny at all There went another wit

"How does that feel, Caroline Good?" he asked, surprising ? Really?" He pulled out al back into le inch

And the wit stands alone "You know, it does, but back to the apples Would you like your pie served hot with vanilla ice cream? Warm and melty with--oh ht now? Because if you keep this up, I’et really dirtyand pointinga new sensation

"How about this, if you don’t stop all this apple pie talk," he started, leaning down to place his raspedainst me until he found the spot thatto stop fking you, and believe e you in all the ways I’ve dreamed about"

He stood back up and thrust Hard

Last wit? Bye-bye I ain’t too proud to beg "God, Siive Just fk me"

"Apple pie for ht, apple pie for roaned, switching both of ain and again, never retreating, only advancing, looking down atasasme silent in its intensity as I was shaken to the very core of

"I love you, Caroline, I love you, I love you, I love you," he chanted, thrusting erratically now as he sped toward his own release, sweat breaking over his brow as he clutched atas I could, feeling his solid weight on ht feel so good? It should have s and all that, but it didn’t Holding hi his face as I swept his hair back, it felt the opposite of heavy

"You’re going to killeverywhere he could

"I love you too," I sighed, gazing atas the bay acrossti my kitchen blue

9:32 p flour and sugar off each other What’s wrong with us?"

"The sugar is good for exfoliation," I explained "Not sure what good the flour is doing us, though"

"Exfoliation?"