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    He freed her breasts from her bra, tenderly kissing and sucking each until she could stand it no more. Pressing him away, she tugged off his sweater, then his T-shirt as he kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants.
    “Look at us,” she grunted, tugging them down as he stepped out of them. “Like two teenagers in heat.”
    “What happened to all that body language?” he asked as she slid her hand along the front of his grey boxer briefs.
    “You hear me now?” she murmured in his ear as she stroked him through the clingy material of his briefs. She’d imagined Joe, naked and writhing beneath her touch, more times than she’d care to imagine. Now, her hand upon his thick, throbbing staff, she wanted to take her time. Peering into Joe’s eyes, moist with desire, lips trembling with longing, it didn’t look like he was in any kind of hurry, either.
     
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    Marlene’s hands were warm on his skin, proving to Joe that the years he’d spent harboring a slow kindling desire had been well worth the wait. “Not here,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to the master suite.
    “I’ve never been in here,” she purred as he laid her down in his silver comforter, the king size bed a palette upon which they would finally paint their desire for one another.
    “My loss,” he said, dribbling off her panties to reveal her thick, unruly bush. He smiled to see her in the raw, her brown skin glowing in the weak light from the living room, soft curves waiting on his touch. He could smell her musk and, suddenly, ravenously, bent to taste her.
    “Joseph,” she murmured, sliding her hands above her head as he peppered her patch of pubic hair with soft, tender kisses. “If I’d known you were going there, I would have manicured…”
    “Oh no, baby,” he purred, licking her generous thighs as the heat from her fiery furnace bathed his face the more he spread them. “I like it bushy and natural.”
    “You sweet talker,” she panted, before squealing as at last Joe tasted the forbidden fruit that he’d long denied himself. She was ripe and raw; her liquor musky and fragrant as he lapped at her wrinkled labia, moist and dripping with desire.
    Her words fell away, along with the bed and the room, the condo and the city. All that remained was her heat, her musk, her throbbing bud beneath his pursed lips, sucking her to a ripe and swollen flower as she moaned and slid her pubic mound along his sweet embrace.
    “Jesus,” she gasped as he felt the tremors growing, the moisture building, the frenzy approaching. “Oh, damn… Joe… not so fast…” And she came, a glorious wave of heat and moisture, her body trembling, chocolate skin bathed in sweat as he paused to lick her slickness from his lips and watch the tremors pass like waves across her gloriously curvy ripeness.
    “No… no more,” she begged even as she spread her legs for him, writhed beneath his tongue and lips and came once, twice, three times more. When at last she pressed him away, insistently, he could resist no more. His cock was leaking, throbbing as he pressed against her.
    Her velvet pussy was so slick and moist the tip slid in with no further assistance, a perfect fit he’d been searching for all these years. “Yes, baby,” she said, watching his every move, warm hands on his bare ass as he slid inside her hot, dripping tightness. “Come to Mommy, oooohhh, damn…”
    Joe smirked to hear his favorite professor egg him on with her salty tongue.
    “Oh,” she began to grunt as he thrusted, long and deep inside that burning hole, his every cell awake and throbbing as she clung to his ass, a pumping piston that threatened to blow at any moment. “Yes baby,” she panted, sweaty and jiggling beneath him. “Yes, yes, yes!”
    He felt the coming wave and slid himself out, still perched above her rolling, glistening flesh as he slid his juicy cock amidst her damp, curly bush, the moist, damp heat and his aching desire