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“Mmm,” Lowell growled, “that’s what it ought to look like. Plump and shiny-wet from a man’s mouth.” He raised her other breast and drew it between his lips.
    Dora giggled and squirmed. “Your whiskers just tickle a bit,” she said in explanation, “but it’s okay.” She kept her left hand on his shaft and took her right breast in her free hand, running the hardened peak down the side of his face, over his cheekbone to the top of his beard. Lowell’s eyes dropped shut and he swallowed, salivating. Dora tickled his lips with her right nipple. “Suck on both of them,” she whispered. “Please.”
    Lowell grunted and opened his mouth. Her nipple popped free at once. Dora pressed her breasts together with both hands so that the ruddy peaks touched each other. “Try it, Lowell.” Groaning, he drew both nipples between his lips. “You’ll have to suck hard,” Dora instructed, “so they stay in your mouth.” She scooted to the edge of the seat and raised her skirt to her hips. “I’m so wet,” she murmured. “You just keep doing what you’re doing, okay? Don’t worry about being too rough.” Lowell felt one of her hands wrap around his erection and detected movement between her legs from the other. “I like having your mouth on me.” She squirmed on the seat and pumped his length in her hand.
    Lowell, with the flavours of butter, cinnamon and sugar lingering in his mouth, nibbled and pulled harder as her gasps grew louder. “That’s good,” Dora breathed. “Oh, swallow me, suck me, don’t stop…” Her body tensed and she squeezed his erection, crying out in a throaty yell.
    Lowell remained still until she quieted, then let his mouth fall open. Reddened, slick and swollen, her peaks fell back to their natural positions. “Hot damn, Lowell Rossi,” Dora smiled. “That was fantastic.” She grabbed the waistband of his kilt, unbuckled it and cast it aside. “What are we going to do about this thing, though?” She gripped his shaft in both hands and pulled him closer.
    “You’ve made me all slick,” she whispered. “All sensitive and slippery.” Dora flicked the head of his cock against one stiff nipple. Lowell placed his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. He watched as she rubbed his erection against her breasts, playing with each hardened peak. A trace of sugared grittiness remained on her breasts, but the thick coating of butter kept it from chafing his skin. A clear drop of pre-cum shone on the taut tip of his shaft. Dora exhaled and lifted one breast to coat her nipple with the shining stuff. Lowell squeezed her shoulders and worked his jaw silently.
    “I wonder…” Dora said quietly. She pressed her breasts together around his erection with one hand and forearm and gripped his rear with the other. “What would it feel like if you moved it in and out right here?”
    Lowell growled and bucked his hips. Once the motion was begun, it became unstoppable. He watched the rosy head of his cock peek from the crevice of her breasts, then hide again as it slid beneath them. Dora glanced up at him and caught her lower lip between her teeth. “Looks delicious,” she murmured. “It’s making me hungry.” Lowell grunted and pumped faster. He lifted one hand to Dora’s cheek, and she turned her face to draw his first finger between her lips. She sucked it past her teeth, scraping lightly, until she nibbled the rounded knuckle at the finger’s base. She swallowed and let the wet digit slide back out.
    “I want it,” Dora whispered.
    Lowell closed his eyes as tingling heat grew in his groin. Breathing faster, he found her nipples with his fingers and pinched them as he fucked her cleavage.
    “I want it in my mouth.” Lowell froze. Dora, her hand still wrapped around his shaft, scooted down one rung of the step-stool. She stuck out her tongue and licked the head of his cock experimentally, then looked up at him. Lowell wove his fingers into her hair and thrust his pelvis,