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she could see his fist pumping at his dick in sure, firm strokes. She moaned, nipping at the flesh of his balls.
    “Yes,” he groaned. “Play with that pussy, baby. Play with it.”
    One of her free hands snaked down her body until she could finger her clit. She circled the pulsing nubbin, happy her own moisture eased the way. Each pass sent pleasure streaking through her core.
    “Suck the head. You like that big dick, don’t you, baby? You want it inside of you.”
    She sucked his head back into her mouth with a moan. He was pressing every one of her buttons. Somehow he knew just what to say to amp up her pleasure. She wanted this man, wanted to feel him deep inside her. She sank two fingers into her pussy, curling them to hit her spot as they came out. She caressed the spot, sucking on him harder and harder. She bobbed, her mouth meeting his moving hand.
    “Fuck yeah, just like that, baby. Swallow that cock.”
    His fist in her hair pushed harder. As he held the base of his dick, he pushed her down his cock until she could feel him sliding down her throat. Sam worked her fingers faster inside her pussy. She took care to breathe through her nose, to fight her body’s natural need to push his cock out of her throat. She relaxed and swallowed him down. There was a weird sense of a pop as he passed the ring of her throat. He pumped his hips, fucking her face, and she pounded her fingers in and out of her pussy. He felt so good, so good.
    “Dammit!” he bellowed above her and pulled her off his cock. With one motion he lifted her off the floor and sat her over his lap. He gripped her hips and pushed his up, sliding into her with ease.
    Sam screamed over him, gripping the cushion behind him with a death grip. He slammed her down on him, forcing all of his cock deep inside of her. She lifted to her feet so she could move. Squatting now on him, she rotated her hips as she sank down, meeting his thrusts. Facing him like this, her clit ground on his groin with zings of pleasure. She rode him, so close to coming, so close to feeling that earth-shattering sensation again.
    “Not yet,” he ordered and stood with her in his arms.
    Joel pulled her off his dick and spun her around. With sure, confident hands, he pushed her onto the floor and positioned her on her hands and knees. Before she could catch her breath, he was behind her and sinking back in. He gripped her hips in his hands and plowed into her. She lowered her chest to the floor and grasped the bottom of a chair in front of her. She needed something to hold on to. He felt bigger like this, deeper. She could barely take him. Each dig had her nearly coming off her knees.
    “Don’t run. Keep that ass right here.”
    He pushed harder, and she couldn’t help lifting up slightly, softening his entrance.
    “Fine,” he said just before he shifted again. He was up on his feet, squatting behind her, his knees to either side of her body. He held her tight and moved. She couldn’t run away, couldn’t lessen his invasion into her sensitive pussy. She held on, wailing as he pummeled her. Each stroke pushed her higher and higher until she was keening her pleasure. He moved within her until she could barely breathe.
    “Please,” she begged.
    “Please what? Tell me.”
    “Make me come.”
    “You want all that dick inside of you? Every inch?”
    “Yes. God yes,” she cried.
    He moved again, bending over her, and his hips flexed. Suddenly he was pushing in an extra inch, and his fingers were playing with her clit. His other hand gripped her shoulder, forcing her body back on him to meet his thrusts. The combination of all that together sent her streaking into the sun.
    “That’s it. Come for me. Come on my dick, baby. Get it wet.”
    His words, dirty and crude, made her scream. Every muscle clenched, her womb tightening. Her pussy walls fluttered around his cock, milking it, as she came. He pushed harder against her, flesh slapping as he rode out her orgasm. Finally,