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bringing him to the kind of climax he hadn’t felt in years. It spurted and gushed white hot jizz across her ebony skin, making her gasp and laugh a throaty, salty chuckle as those glorious breasts shook and she rose on her elbows to watch him milk himself across her trembling belly.
    “Kiss me, Joe,” she panted, breathless and wanton.
    “With pleasure,” he grunted, lying beside her and dragging her down onto the twisted, sweaty comforter.
    Her lips were full and moist and slick, drowning him in their passion as they lay, face to face, arms and legs entwined as if to be apart might break the spell. “Stay with me,” he begged, sinking into her warm, soft flesh as if he’d found his home.
    “Try keeping me away,” she murmured, offering him her back as his arms slid around her waist and he brought himself closer, spooning her sticky skin with his own.
    “Mmmmmm,” he murmured into her damp curls. “What now?”
    “Now we rest, baby,” she purred, breath growing heavy. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
    “You’re telling me,” he growled, hands gently playing with her warm, full breasts. “It might take longer than one night.”
    She murmured, purring as she pressed her full buttocks against his pelvis. “Lucky it’s a long weekend,” she sighed as her breath – and his cock – thickened. “And we’ve got the number for Brick Oven pizza.”
    “I’m getting hungry,” he said, nuzzling on her shoulder.
    “Already?” she sighed but he could feel the rhythmic grind of her ass against his thickening cock, the hitch in her throat when his hand left her firm, pointy nipples and drifted down her sides toward her glistening bush.
    “I’ve been waiting for this a long time,” he reminded her, finger sliding through his still damp cum as they drifted toward her fiery furnace.
    “Me too,” she said, spreading her legs for him. “Me too, baby.”
    “Not sure I can wait any longer.”
    She slid from him, rising to her knees and pressing him back into the sheets. “Who says you have to?” she murmured, sinking between his knees as she admired his stiffening staff. “Mama’s ready for a little snack before her pizza, anyway.”
    With that, she bent to him, thick, wet lips on his throbbing cock, and the world fell away again. However long they’d waited, for whatever reasons, they were here now, in bed together at last, 72-hours stretching out like heaven in the clouds, red wine on the counter, pizza cooling nearby, and Marlene’s mouth all over him, that welcome heat and those tight lips bringing him closer to another climax even as he lay back and admired her glistening skin, and the wonders it still held for him as their long weekend in bed played out, again and again and again…
     
     
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    “You okay, girl?”
    Marlene looked up from her salad, realizing she hadn’t even taken a bite. Tina had clearly noticed and sat across from her, smiling uncertainly, her own fruit and cheese platter untouched.
    Marlene sighed and pushed her salad away. “Not really,” she said, her voice tremulous and low as her belly twisted and shrank.
    Tina was suddenly alarmed, putting down her raspberry iced tea and reaching for her friend’s hand. “What’s wrong, Merl?”
    Where to begin?, she thought to herself, peering into her friend’s eyes and burning with shame, betrayal and sadness.
    Marlene hadn’t slept, hadn’t eaten, hadn’t felt like herself since those fateful 72-hours with Joe. She had never felt that good, with anyone, ever. Merely to think about it, here in broad daylight, made Marlene damp and eager to return to his bed and never leave again. And that was just it: she had been sex-starved, sex-crazed and clearly sex-crazy! How else to explain the fact that she could forget all about Tina, her friend – Joe’s ex-wife – and leap right into bed with him?
    Obviously, she had been in a temporary state of insanity, so thrilled at Joe’s attentions, so relieved