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“Poor boy” She stepped close enough for her aching breasts to brush against his chest Just that touch was enough to send a wave of pleasure through her body that left her knees wobbly But she needed more She found the snap of his jeans The pop of its release echoed in the night “Hasn’t anyone ever told you that sorasped his zipper’s pull tab—“is very, very good?”

With deliberate care she lowered the zipper, watching the expressions fly across his face as duty and desire battled within him Just as the zipper reached its farthest depth, he locked his gaze on her, and there was no doubting who had won the wa

r She slipped her hand inside the opening of his boxers, wrapped her hand around his length and pulled him free His cock lay heavy and firm in her hand

“Sylvie,” he groaned up to the fast-darkening sky His arers curled into fists that pressed against his thighs

Maintaining an unhurried pace, she stroked her hand down to the base of his cock until his balls pressed against the back of her fingers, then reversed the motion He felt like heated steel in her palth On her third leisurely trip, her fingers no longer irth and pre-cunore

The deck planks bit into her knees when she lowered herself, but the disco cock, she opened her ue across his head, licking up the salty pre-cu soft attention to his dick’s sensitive underside

He hadn’t touched her, and yet her body was on fire with an overwhelainst her too-tight lace bra, and the deep ache in her core intensified with each doard stroke on Tony’s cock

“You’re killing h her hair and he pulled the strands taut, effectively holding her back froth as she yearned to do

“No, I’rip on his cock and slid her tongue across her lips, leaving the faint taste of salt in its wake “Are you going to let et back to my fun?”

“It’s my turn”

A wicked shiver shook her as she rose to her feet to ot”

His lips found the ha pulse point in her neck and he nipped at the spot beforedoard to the dip above her collarbone Soft kisses in that sensitive spot were balanced out by his tight grip on her hips Her skirt’s jersey knit ate the nuclear-level heat caused by his touch Need whirled around inside her, blocking out everything except the touch of his fingers and lips

Unable to be so close and not feel hirasped his face, his five o’clock shadow prickly against her palms, and pulled upward until his lips were level with hers This was nothing like their first tentative kiss They devoured each other, tongues dueling for supremacy

He inched her skirt higher until the fall breeze scattering the leaves brushed against her bare behind Her skin cale finger across the cleft of her ass, wrapping it around the thin strap of lace threaded between her cheeks Anticipation stopped her heart for athe front of it to press against her sensitive clit

Her pulse roared in her ears and she twisted her hips to increase the friction before falling against hie, her skirt up around her waist