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A continuation of excerpts from “Tom’s Story”

And, there was her ‘preacher man, he’d been the hardest to seduce. Just days from his being ordained, Jenny decided to try him out. A vow of marriage to the Church wasn’t one to be taken lightly, and, quite frankly a woman shouldn’t stand by and let a handsome, virile man remove himself from the list of eligible males without plenty of forethought. What if he hadn’t yet experienced the joy of sex with a woman? Why not give a perfectly normal man his sexual experience beforehand so he wouldn’t be tempted by curiosity in later life, violating his sacred vows. So, in a way, her experiment might be considered, ‘God’s Mission’.

***

“Reverend, I have some personal problems I need to discuss with someone.”

She’d moved closer, laying her light touch on his arm, and looking up at him with the bluest, most innocent eyes he could ever imagine,

“Since I value your advice so highly I’m wondering if maybe I could borrow a little of your time to talk things over in private?”

Now, what kind of sinning could a sweet young thing like that be suffering? Youth counseling, his chosen field while training for priesthood, had certainly provided some interesting experiences. Never, in his wildest dreams could he imagine what this girl named ‘Jenny’ Had in store for him.

But, why was her God chosen assignment proving so difficult to complete?

Flirting and suggestive ploys of the type that worked so well with Hank, her first seduction, were going nowhere fast. Even with their meetings in the privacy of the church rectory, her priest was acting in a most professional way. His ordination was just days away, when, after several meetings where topics of virtually no importance were discussed , her counselor proclaimed Jenny as ‘cured’ and no longer in need of private sessions.

Well, the frustrated girl agreed in her own mind that he was right on that count. Sure she was mentally sound now. There hadn’t been anything wrong with her all along. He was the one with the ‘problems’, he just hadn’t recognized it yet. She was running out of time, and her hapless counselor, so busy with curing other’s ills, was oblivious to his own. The man was obviously sexually frustrated. If, by some chance, he really wasn’t ‘that way’, he should have been. She knew the perfect cure for that appealing man.

‘Youngntite’, isn’t that how Hank and the others described her special qualities?’ Why wouldn’t a cure like that be good for any male? Imagine, a handsome, charming hunk like Reverend thinking he could do without a woman’s touch for his entire life. Desperate situations called for strong medicine. Every man she’d set her sights on succumbed to Jenny’s unconventional ‘bait’. She just hadn’t been trying hard enough with this one. Reverend was the same as hers. He just didn’t know it yet.

She’d asked for one more private counseling session. She’d been the one to lock the rectory door so they wouldn’t be disturbed. He’d watched with a puzzled look on his face.

“So we won’t be disturbed, silly.”

Normally she wouldn’t have talked to him that way. A man of the cloth is entitled to certain courtesies not always given to regular ‘folk’. But, desperate situations call for desperate cures. By now, so determined in her cause that her entire body ached for him, Jenny wasn’t sure if she was the remedy or the cause of this man’s plight.

Sitting side by side on that velvet cushioned bench in that private place, her bare leg was lightly touching his. Youthful fragrance tickling his sensory perception, the miniskirt she was wearing, that braless almost sheer blouse, this little Lolita sure wasn’t dressed for church. Face flushed, hands shaking, sweating, her discombobulated minister couldn’t even look at her he was so frustrated. What really did him in was when she described in vivid detail the sins she’d committed that included him. The ones between girl and counselor were only dreams, of course--not what she’d done with those other boys and men. And orgasm, she wouldn’t have had to shyly whisper how fantasizing about her counselor ‘doing IT to her’ caused her to orgasm while having such a wicked dream.

“Not just once, like what happened in real life with the others,” she’d whispered shyly. “With you I cummed three times we were so good together.” And, their faces inches away, looking sweet and innocent, she’d asked?

“Was it wrong, Father?” “Why would God let me have dreams like that when it was his house I went to for help with my problems?”

“Pray with me, child,” the counselor said as they knelt down together, his mind blurred with the temptations racing through his head. He’d dreamed about this one too, the same way she dreamed about him. He’d awaken with his organ swollen to twice its normal size. The only way to remove the sin from his mind was to stroke his penis until it erupted.

An unborn seed gathered in a dirty sock, then dumped unceremoniously into the wash basket. He couldn’t even confess to a sin like he was committing almost nightly now for fear Father Superior would extend his internship. How can you be a Priest and commit such serious Cardinal sin? So, since the problem was between male and female the answers lie somewhere in between.

Thinking about that young girl sinning with other men because of her wanting for him it was obvious she needed help. Didn’t she say it was her lusting for him alone that tempted her to find relief with other males. He held the key to making her ‘hurt’ go away, she’d said so herself.

“We have to find a way for you to get total absolution for your sins”.

And, the answer was something she’d never have expected from a ‘man of the cloth’. Or, was it?

She’d looked over at him with the cunning of Cleopatra. When he’d reached out his healing hand, she’d moved it to a place no man of the cloth would ever tread. But, he wasn’t bound to chastity, not yet. And, this young girl wasn’t a virgin anymore, either. Her arguments were making sense. There was a reason for their wanting each other. This wasn’t sinning; it was following God’s will.

“God is the answer to all things, isn’t he?”

Her sinful past was what bought them together. These evil compulsions towards sin she was suffering, wouldn’t a man of God resist the devil and lead this suffering child down the path of righteousness? Since ‘good intentions bought them together, wasn’t what happened between them God’s will?

This poor little thing, and look where his hand was now. Her hand, when he reached out to touch her, hadn’t it lead him to her breast? When he’d attempted to draw it away, how could a helpless little thing like her overpower him and move his hand to a warm moist place, one he’d never known on any woman up till now. And, now, how could his fingers, one, and then two find their way into this troubled child’s most intimate of places if Divine Intervention hadn’t been showing the way? He’d never done anything like this before. How could he, a young man who’d always known how to repulse evil impulses be under their total control now?

Oh, he’d had night dreams too, some not unlike the ones this poor misguided child was struggling with. He’d even awake with sticky stuff all over his night-shirt the next morning. But his dreams were always that. He’d pray for the wasted child from those fruitless efforts, but rationale questioned the ‘wasted seed’ when he’d never father a child anyway. But, fruit of the womb, the girl was another story. Hadn’t she accepted the seed of other men? But, sin of sins, the poor child, of her own choosing, chose to be infertile with pills.

This girl obviously tasted the fruits of the Garden of Eden. The snake whispered in her ear, she was tempted, and sinned. Numerous times the snake visited her. But he, a keeper of God’s house, hadn’t once visited that tempting garden. He couldn’t be led by those evil forces now because he hadn’t experienced them.

The answer was obvious. Hadn’t this lovely child come to him for an answer to the evil eating away at her insides? That throbbing, growing thing between his legs, wasn’t that possibly the cure? It was an occurrence that never had happened before, but one that mysteriously came alive every time Jenny was near. The girl knew it, that’s why her hand was there now, caressing the answer God had provided.

There was only one way to purge the devil from its evil design. A young man of God has become an all powerful messenger. He alone could cure this misguided child from following a tempting path leading to hell’s doorway.

***

It was a sacred place they’d picked to repulse a demon who would guide this poor, shy little thing into once more turning into a sullied woman. And, with the sword of God, his messenger was going to seek out that monster. The gallant prince, heaven’s messenger, led them here, to this velvet bench. But it was she, the girl with the blonde curls, who exposed him, then herself. With nothing between their naked bodies but themselves, she’d offered herself up to him and God.

Shouldn’t it be God’s messenger instead of the devil’s victim, wielding the staff of righteousness? But, maybe this did make sense. It was her body, being exorcised. Wouldn’t the victim know best where that devil was lurking deep inside? She was wielding the sword, guiding it through her golden patch and into a place more pleasurable than anything he’d ever known. But, if he’d just entered the Garden of Eden, could it be they were sampling the fruits of temptation rather than conquering evil?

And, her words, would God’s work include the messages spewing from her lips?

“Oh, God, this feels soo good. Fuck me, shove it in. That’s it, all the way. Harder, harder, do it more.”

He looked down at the beauty lying underneath him, her legs wide apart, her hips pushing up towards that part of him penetrating her tempting body as far into her as possible. It was then he realized the likelihood the devil itself was consuming him. But, nothing, not even the threat of hell’s fires, could quell that churning in his testicles. He was sowing the devil’s seed—and nothing could stop what already was happening.

Later, he’d cried out for the girl’s forgiveness, the golden hair child named ‘Jenny’. He hadn’t admitted his sins to God, yet.

“Silly, you’ve cured me. The burning and yearning are gone. I feel cleansed inside, just like you’d said it’d be. I know I’ll never need to be afraid or ashamed again.”

A week later and she was back, needing the same cure again. He was more confident this time that they’d found the right cure. One visit had helped for a while, didn’t it? The problem had taken months to advance to where it had. How could you expect a cure to take effect in only one treatment?

Again, she was the one underneath, but it was God’s messenger who yielded the mighty weapon.

***

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“You’re such a naughty daddy. You’re making your little Allie feel soo good.”

***

With his hand where it was, he was kissing her, his tongue and hers exploring. Little kisses to her neck, inhaling the scent of her golden curls, now he was kissing her neck and shoulders. Barely a mouthful, one breast was in his mouth, then the other. Then his tongue was in her belly button, flicking its way past and around the earring clipped there.

She was panting now, her legs squeezed together on his hand so hard he couldn’t get his fingers out even if he tried. But, he did, replacing it with is tongue. That KY jelly didn’t taste so bad, not with what this little doll was going to give him for his efforts. She was moaning now, little incoherent babblings whose message to him was clear.

It was scripting out to be the perfect ‘score’. He’d fucked the Mom and now he was about to have the young daughter too.

The little butterfly started to spread her wings a little to allow unfettered access to the eager male moving himself up between her thighs. It sank in a little then, what this man was attempting again. But, unlike the other times, she listened to his persuasion.

“Come on, lie still, little doll. It felt good when I put my head down there, didn’t it? Just like I promised you it would? This will be the same. You’ll like it better now that I have you real wet.”

He was starting to try to fuck her again, even though he’d promised to behave this time. But, what he’d been doing so far seemed anything but that. They’d been doing some heavy petting. When he tried to take her panties off, she’d moved her hand down to prevent that. She’d tried to sound convincing.

“No, you promised you wouldn’t try THAT again.”

But, somehow he’d talked her into ‘just letting him take her panties down so he could ‘pet’ her better. That’s when he put the ‘slippery stuff’ on her that would make everything feel better. He was just so darned persistent. She was becoming all oozy and fluttery.

“Just relax honey. You like what I’m doing, don’t you?”

“Yes, but………” Her sentence just trailed off into nowhere.

His tongue was in her mouth. His hand was on her most intimate place. As if with a will of their own her legs were coming farther and farther apart. She’d tried to kick her bikini panties off that one leg. He’d helped.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just don’t know.”

“I know honey; it’s a big decision a girl has to make. I’m glad it’s me you’re letting do this.”

“But, I……” she didn’t get to finish that statement either. She was going to tell him what she’d allowed up to then didn’t include EVERYTHING he wanted. She couldn’t hardly think straight anymore.

He would be talking real soothingly now, pushing the hair away from her tear dampened face. She hadn’t like his stubble, the way it burned her face when he was real close like this. Strange, she barely noticed his five o’clock shadow when his face had been down there, his tongue lapping at her like a kitten drinking milk. His body isn’t quite so heavy on her now, either, him supporting his weight on elbows and knees like he is. She’s aware of his penis, hot and sticky, perilously close to her tight little place.

His fingers hadn’t hurt this time, in fact, what he’d been doing actually was feeling real good. Hadn’t she always wondered what having a man would be like? Older, like this one, he’d be the perfect teacher. Didn’t he point out to her that young boys wouldn’t know how to prevent a baby as a consequence of having sex?

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The girl is quietly submissive now, even though she didn’t appear all that convinced this is what they should be trying again. Schoolgirl legs hardly spread at all; he’d had to push them farther apart to be where he’s at now. He sounds sincere about making it ‘good for her this time’, but she sure isn’t all that convinced. She knows from past experiences with others just like this one that he’s just acting the way he is so’s he can put that big thing of his way up inside a tight little place that Mother Nature never intended for adult ‘love’ yet.

And, like the others, he’d been too anxious when everything became lined up and his penis was attempting to force its way into her tight place.

She was becoming stiff and anxious, her legs trying to come together, to force his bigger body away from hers. Unlike the others, though, those who’d unsuccessfully tried before, this one was gentle and concerned. Brushing the sweaty curls back from her anxious face, he was looking into her eyes.

“I’m sorry it started hurting again, little Cinderella. See, it’s better now. Didn’t the hurt go away just as soon as I stopped pushing so hard? It feels real good this way, though, doesn’t it, me kind of rubbing mine against yours.

“I don’t know, I just don’t know.”

“Sure you do, my pretty princess. There now. It’s not so bad now, is it? You’re doing it a little, just like your Mom when she’s making all that noise. Lie real still now and we’ll go real slow”

And, she’d shut her eyes real tight and let these strange sensations sweep over her consciousness. Strange, her body wasn’t tense and rigid anymore. His voice seemed to come from far away.

“That’s it, you sweet little thing. You’re liking what’s happening now, aren’t you. You’re doing IT now.

“Get your legs higher sweetie.”

“Open your eyes and see what you’re doing now, honey. Look, see, I’m halfway in already. You’re so good at this, even better at fucking than your Mom. Younger makes you tighter, better.

And, with the image of so much of him so far into her, they both focused entirely on the intense satisfaction of what they were accomplishing.

And, he was kissing her now, fucking and kissing her at the same time. She was making him happy. He wasn’t being careful anymore. He and she were doing what her Mother and he did when they were making all that noise together.

“Ah, youngntite”…..”Youngntite.” Her hands grasping his thick neck, her body jolting with his battering thrusts, Allie was proud she could please a man as much as this one obviously was. In fact, he was so absorbed in having her that Allie worried for him, the way his head was hitting the headboard every time he pushed himself deep into her vagina.

“Scoot down a little, honey.” And, looking up at her handsome man, she’d given a quizzical little smile and, with them so delightfully attached she did just what her ‘master’ said.

And, they were doing it again, the only sounds were the creaking bed and sighs from her and grunts from him.

“I’m having him and he’s having me.” They were starting to get even tighter together.

“Oh, my God, I’m cumming.” And, not understanding fully what he meant as he battered away with even more intense enthusiasm, she fell into his rhythm, as his thrusts slowly ground to a halt.”

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She wondered if this was all there was.

But, it wasn’t.

He was getting hard again.

“Ah, sweet darling, you’re just so damn pretty.” He was looking down at her, his eyes full of lust as they were doing IT all over again.

“Get on top honey.” Both still attached, he was helping her roll over on top. His hands on her developing breasts, she was looking down at him. It seemed so natural to her to wiggle and withdraw his erection till it was almost out, then settle down again on his length. Over and over she proudly repeated her stellar performance. Raising her schoolgirl body till the length of him was almost out, then settling back again until all of him was in, there was no doubt about who was in the drivers seat now. She could tell how much enjoyment she was bringing her enthusiastic lover by the way his eyes glazed over and his breathing was becoming so jagged.

His hands grasping her trim waist back where hips joined body he was trying to hold her still. But, it was obviously too late. What was beginning to happen couldn’t be stopped, not anymore.

“Oh, God, honey, you’re making me cumm again.”

And, he wasn’t trying to stop that wiggling and lowering and rising she’d been so enrapt in, not anymore. Now, their combined action was frenzied.

This time something all together was happening. Her girl friend, the one who had experience in these things later told her what happened next.

“You were doing the same thing, you silly girl. You made that man of yours cumm, and doing that made you cumm too.” She’d added

“That’s what makes fucking perfect, girl. When the two of you both cumm at the same time ‘sex doesn’t get any better than that.”

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ORIENTAL SOUP

In a way tonight was a test. The big black man, the one Tina had earlier, could Lin do it with a man other than her husband? On the phone, Tina sounded happy with what she’d done, not even a little bit guilty she’d cheated on her boyfriend. Now it could be Lin’s turn. She had come this far, hadn’t she? All she has to do is get her ‘bod’ to room 514. Her friend will help her with the rest.

She’s on the elevator and pushed the button for the fifth floor.

As the elevator ascended, she wasn’t feeling the least bit reluctant. Such a long time it’s been since her husband made love to her. How

They were totally naked now, the blonde who was so beautifully stacked into her cheerleader body. And the little girl, how old could someone who looked so young really be? One Calvin had in the past had looked immature too. Big, black cock, balls deep in the little oriental, fucking this woman who looked like a little girl, having her luscious body was going to be absolutely divine.

Tina and Lin were kissing now. Lin, with those childish eyes all tear stained and pleading, the blond friend she admires so much gently brushing tears away from her flawless face. Her own hand shyly reached out to those busty breasts, ones like she’d give anything to have herself. Ones like her husband said he’d wished she had.

Of course Lin didn’t know that her husband had fondled those same breasts. Tina thought too much of her to tell her of that night when he’d done all those things, taken advantage of her friend when Lin had been racked with the discomfort of labor. His wife would never know how he’d gotten Tina doped up, then stuck his puny cock where Lin would soon be tasting, licking, loving.

Lin, with her friend providing a satisfaction she hadn’t experienced in years, if ever, wasn’t thinking of her husband anymore. She was too busy wondering why she hadn’t done something like this sooner.

And the black man, Lin had forgotten for a while that he’d been sitting there watching while she, on top, and Tina, underneath, were making love together. With their heads buried between each other’s thighs, they were busy doing something Lin never thought she’d do with another woman. Tina looked over and said something to Calvin, something that made Lin burn with anticipation.

Unbeknownst to the panting, pleading little Oriental girl, her beautiful blonde friend was working with a different agenda. The bastard husband who’d slip a girl a date rape drug, Tina wouldn’t rest until the cheated on wife had own sweet brand of revenge. Calvin Jones and his awesome black manhood, a ‘thing’ that would leave any woman panting with joy,

“Come here big man. Our little friend is ready for you now.”

Lying splayed out, her body crying out with unfulfilled torment, Lin watched as her black man loomed nearer. His muscled torso and ebony skin, no man could be like this. And down there, oh my God, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. He was simply enormous.

“Black cock, oh, you’re so big, touch me so deep,” that’s what the woman had said through those locked doors—and Lin, the Oriental girl her husband didn’t think was woman enough to make love to, was about to make IT with someone like this.

For a moment she panicked. Her husband’s face flashed before her eyes. Guilt swept over her, tensing her body and soul. But, what she was seeing was an imposter. It was a young face, the way her man looked when there was adulation shinning in his eyes. Not the contemptuous looks he’d give her now.

“You’re all stretched out after having that brat of yours.”

“But, the baby was born caesarian, not natural childbirth.”

“That’s disgusting to me too, that scarred up belly of yours.”

He hadn’t touched her in months so how would he know any trace of the baby was mostly gone.

***

But this one, the one who was approaching isn’t impotent, just look at him.

“My God, no man is built like this one is.”

“He thinks I’m beautiful, must want me, as ready as he is now.”

He was getting closer. So was Tina, her blonde locks sweeping over Lin’s face as her friend’s image blurred and soft lips gently touched hers. She felt his heat as this giant of a man lowered himself to this woman hiding in the body of a child. She was aware of a searing infernal; a torch of sin searing the most intimate place of her body. Something evil couldn’t feel like this, could it?

Lin, her mind focused on Tina’s tongue gently probing her mouth, was consciously unaware of her body reacting to its own violation. Her petite body splayed out on the bed, her thighs opened and arms reached out for the huge man lowering himself towards her lusting body. She was intensely aware of the love she was feeling for her girlfriend, the one lying beside her, bringing her such joy. And, the black man, the one who was so impossibly large, she could feel the heat of his initial penetration. He wasn’t too big for her after all.

There was a shifting of bodies, an exclamation of uncertainty, then just heavy breathing and Lin’s sigh of appreciation. She remembers her absence of guilt, revenge against her husband already beginning.

Something that big, it couldn’t fit into her, could it? But, just a bit of resistance and he was there. Like parting butter, it was so unbelievably easy.

“The heat, MY God, the heat of this ebony skinned man.”

Slowly he was setting her insides afire. No man, her husband, no other was like this one having her now. Her hips tilted her hands were on his buns, urging him deeper.

“Oh, God,” Lin couldn’t remember a time of sex when her body celebrated like it was now.

Her friend was gently brushing the sweat dampened hair from her wet brow. Cool hands on hot face. There were voices, his and hers, the woman who was comforting, and the man who was beginning to fuck her. The heat was going deeper; the pressure was going away, as her slim thighs were slowly opening wider.

She was hearing a voice. His voice, not her husband, the only man she’d ever let do something like this up to now. A different man’s voice was telling her how tight she was, how good she was making him feel. How pretty she was. Her man didn’t do this anymore. Hers said she wasn’t woman enough for him. He couldn’t even get erect for her anymore.

This one didn’t have troubles having her, making his woman feel loved and wanted. My God, if being erect was dependent on desire; this one must think she’s absolutely fabulous. And, her female friend is making love to her too, both of them at the same time.

They think of me as a woman. They think I’m desirable and sexy. MY God, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!!

***

When they came up for air, Lin was exhausted. It had been months since she’d had any sex at all, and never, ever, had it been like this.

Laughing and toying as they soaped each other down, the three of them showered, ate their Chinese food, and then were naked on the bed again. This time it was Lin who was kissing Tina on the breasts and shoulders, face, then lips while Calvin was hunkered over her panting friend, jolting her body with every thrust.

The blond, the pretty little desk clerk, he was having her again!

“Oh, Calvin, do me. More! More!”

Then her cheerleader body was coming unglued. “Oh, Calvin, cum in me, please cumm in me again!”

****

Such potency, this magnificent man with a body like an ebony God, he found enough energy to have his little oriental girl one last time that night too.

With her blond friend lying too exhausted to even move, Calvin rolled over away from her, and, flat on his back, gathered the eager Ms. Lin in his arms. His erection still firm and engorged, all wet and juicy from the woman he’d just had, he was forcing her compliant body over his. It was a position her husband never approved of.

“Only whores fuck on top of their man.”

Well, if that’s what this made her, then so be it.

Straddling her ebony lover, his Oriental sweetheart had to suspend so absurdly high to provide enough clearance for what she was about to do. She had him in her hand, throbbing and ready. Lowering herself, she felt her flower unfurl as his bulbous tip violated her receptive body. Pausing, leaning forward, she tenderly wiped sweat, droplets from his handsome face.

Then the petite darling was slowly lowering herself again. And he was watching himself disappear into her.

She’d paused again, looking down at him with those unfocused dark eyes of hers. God, she felt good, Orientals were so tight.

“Oh, you’re sooo big for me, my giant black lover”

He was glad he’d saved himself for one more time with this one, the one who was more girl than woman. He’d been tempted to cumm one last time in the beautiful blonde, but a man only has so much to give, no matter how monumental the occasion. So, when Tina’s movements became spastic, when her body seemed to loose all control, he’d fought back the urge to spew the last remnants of his potent sperm deep into her Nordic body, saving the last of himself for the one he was having now.

But, with his hands on her girlish chest, shiny black hair fanning out on her naked back like a horse’s mane, her ninety pound leanness repeatedly drawing his dark love in and out, a man couldn’t be expected to withstand such intense sexual pleasure. With urgency churning in his testicles, he struggled to quell almost uncontrollable impulses that were shouting for him to relieve this urgency that must be recognized.

Suspended like a little china doll over his huge black impalement, half of him buried in her tight confines, the other half showing, she’d looked down, those dark Oriental eyes all strained from the blissful exchange they were sharing.

“My husband, he said I was too stretched out for good sex. He was right; I hardly felt anything with him at all. But you, just look at how good you’re making us both feel.”

***

Lin loved the expression of satisfaction on his dark, handsome face as she looked down at him from her dominant position---and the sweet things he was saying to her.

“You’re just perfect, my little China Doll.”

God, she loved the way he thrust into her so enthusiastically. Black really was better, he felt so large inside her, so hot.

“Oh, fuck me, fuck me,”

The tightness, the impossibility of one who looked so young yet was doing this with him anyway, all of that made further delay horribly difficult, but her words were what finally did him in.

So carnally attached, the petite girl nakedly suspended over and on her black lover, what had been snug became so impossibly tight that neither could move either deeper or away. They just hung there, suspended in time and space.

‘Oh, my black lover, you’re making me cumm.”

Tight as they were attached, in perfect cadence with his cascading climax, Calvin had taken two dark hands, placed them on her slim waist and forced her almost childlike body down onto the total of him; pubis’s grinding triumphantly, squishing and writhing in orgasmic delight.

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