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“Claudia… no…” I was begging her now “Please… I don’t want to—”

Again she doubled down Her lips tightened, and so did her fist And now she was doing this churning motion, too This sort of sith her head; clockwise on the downstroke, counterclockwise on the up Like a sexy figure eight, up and down the length of my shaft One that I wouldn’t escape from Couldn’t escape from…

“Honey please,” I pleaded with the last of my resolve “I have to fuck you”

The words left er throat At the last moment Claudia popped me from her mouth, stood up, and straddled uided me to her entrance…

… and sank straight down on , heated breath

“OOOOOOOHHHHHH…”

Twenty-Four

CLAUDIA

Brandon’s expression was a twisteddown on hi the worst possible itch… in the best possible way

“OOOOOOOHHHHHH…”

I settled into his lap, reveling in the feel of his h against thigh His hands went beneath an bouncing up and down on his cock

“Oh fuck you feel good…”

I couldn’t stop looking at hi, beautiful face His football-player’s shoulders and arms, packed with muscle, his body sculpted to perfection like the well-trained machine I kneas

And his legs… so big and powerful They flexed as he drove hi to bury every last inch of hihs, my hips, my breasts As he rolled rabbed the back of his head and kissed him so hard our teeth clicked

You’re fucking him…