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Brooke
finished for him, staring slack-jawed at the bulge in his black boxer briefs.
She squeezed his swollen cock through his shorts, unable to resist its enticing
call. It was so big she could barely get a hold of it. Her breath clutched in
her chest, leaving her speechless and groping for air. She couldn’t wait to see
it and grabbed the elastic waistband, imagining his boner springing loose when
she yanked his shorts down.
    Someone bumped
against the door out in the hall, drawing both of their steamy gazes.
    “Oh shit, it’s
Tasha.”
    “Come on,” she
whispered, towing him by the lasso into a walk-in closet.
    Roger followed
her inside, waddling like a duck with his pants around his ankles. She shut the
door behind them and Roger flipped on the light switch. His eyes ravaged her half
naked body, his chest pounding.
    “Turn it off,”
she whispered.
    He tore free
from the lasso’s grip like it had lost its power. “I want to see you.” He ran a
tongue across his lips and tossed the rope to the floor. “God, you’ve got
perfect nipple placement.”
    Her eyes darted from
the tent pole behind his apron to the crack beneath the door. “Someone will see
the light if they come in to use the bathroom.”
    He let out a
reluctant sigh and found the switch, pausing to take one last good look before
plunging them into total darkness.
    Brooke inhaled a
deep breath of the fabric softener mixing with his cologne. Roger’s hands didn’t
take long to find their way back to her breasts in the dark, stealing her
breath when he squeezed them with force. The way he pinched and rolled her
nipples made her lean her head back and groan softly. Her stomach muscles
clenched when he sucked a nipple into his mouth and skillfully used his tongue
to turn it as hard as he was down below.
    Brooke slid a
hand down his shorts, desperate to touch him skin on skin. Her heart stuttered along
with her breath as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to stroke.
His breath came hot on her neck and she could feel him looking at her.
    Suddenly, he took
her to the carpeted floor. Brooke grimaced when a high heel jabbed her in the
back. She removed it and pulled him on top of her. His lips landed on hers and
probed the lower one first this time while grinding against the wet spot in her
tight blue hot pants with white stars. Her hands found his bare ass and pulled.
His lips nibbled their way down to the soft spot in her neck. Goose bumps broke
across her flesh as his fingers walked down her stomach and slithered inside
her blue panties.
    She squirmed
beneath his touch. “You’re making me so wet.”
    He massaged
experienced circles into her swollen clitoris.
    “Oh my God,” she
moaned.
    His lips found
the soft spot in her neck again, his fingers driving her to the brink.
    Brooke squeezed
her eyes shut and saw stars. Tendons popped out in her neck. “Stop, I’m going
to cum.”
    Roger pulled his
hand away. “You sure you want me to stop?”
    “I’m not sure
about anything,” she panted, pushing him up and grabbing his throbbing cock. She
stroked it for a few seconds and then guided it between her open legs.
    Roger pulled her
panties off to the side. Brooke pushed against his sculpted chest with both
hands and set her jaw as his bulbous head slid in first, her wetness mercifully
greasing its path. He eased inside, careful not to give her too much too soon.
Her nails dug into his pecs, leaving red marks she couldn’t see in the dark.
    His hand found
her face and caressed it as he gently pushed in deeper. Brooke squeezed his
triceps with everything she had, her body shuddering against him. When he was
all the way inside, Brooke started breathing again and pulled her legs back
even wider. Roger found his stride, stroking her slowly at first. Her body
began to adjust to his size, loosening up a little more with each steady thrust.
    She ran her
hands over his rounded ass and pulled. He plunged deeper and she groaned in
response. White