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and parted her, then in a second was tasting her, had his lips against her throbbing clit and was swirling it with his tongue. He played her like the finest musicians were playing their instruments, bringing his hand up cupping her warm eager breast, watching her stretch and curl in response. His fingers grazed over her nipple, raising its peak to hardness, feeling her shudder with ecstasy.
    He needed to be inside her. As the music grew louder, its power firing his rock hard cock he needed the bliss of her closing around him. He raised himself, threw his jacket to the floor, began to undo his belt but then, as the music changed, softening and mellowing to a lull, Breeze took over. She sat up and pushed him to lie down before her. She knelt, almost demure, and released the clips in her hair to let it fall over her pendulous breasts. He gasped at their heaviness – they were like rich ripe fruits hanging from the tree ready to be plucked and he reached to fondle their fullness. She ran her hands up his shirt, undid each button with trembling fingers, unfolding the rich cotton to reveal a muscular chest. Then she moistened her lips with her tongue, leant down and placed them full over his nipple. 
    He was surprised at this move; no woman had treated his nipples to this delight. Then, as she straddled him with her buttocks trapping his throbbing member, she started to wriggle on him while she suckled his nipples with her mouth. She jiggled and bucked her sex against him squeezing and riding his erection, driving him wild. He realised as she slid her cunny up and over his cock moistening it with her juices, covering it in her musky scent, rubbing its length along her swollen clit that she was in danger of bringing herself off. He squeezed her tits harder, hearing her squeak at the little jolts of pain as he gripped her nipples, her fleshy globes full and heavy in his hands. He could bear it no longer. He wanted to win the prize of bringing her to orgasm while he was inside her. Grabbing one of her glorious bouncing buttocks in his hand, he raised and stilled her while he grasped his throbbing cock in the other. 
    Its shaft was glistening with her moisture, its length solid from the pressure of feeling her buttocks and clitty ride over it. He found her gash and thrust himself inside her, her squeal of ecstasy drowned in a crescendo of violins as Seb grasped her tits again. His fingers were wet from her beautiful juices and her eyes flickered shut as she rode him like he was a bucking bronco and she was a rodeo rider. His expert massaging of her moist tits pushed her into overdrive, her buttocks slammed against his thighs, her slickness drove up and down over his cock, her tight passageway sucking and pulling at him as he delighted in her superb wetness lubing him. Oh God, he could stand it no more, her voluptuous body shaped like a guitar was the perfect instrument for driving him wild, he opened his mouth and cried out as he felt the spunk forced up inside him shoot into her as she pumped mercilessly, opening her eyes and connecting with him, looking into his soul as she drove him, rode him forced him, to mind-blowing orgasm just as the drums thumped, the cymbals crashed, the might of the whole orchestra filling the Albert Hall drowned out his yells of orgasmic fulfilment.  
    He felt sleepy, exhausted, fulfilled. If the world ended in that second he would be a deliriously happy man. The bed was superb, gilded, over the top. The beautiful Albert Hall, rich and red, was extravagant, echoing the way he was beginning to feel about Breeze lying next to him. Ice Queen, she was not. He turned towards her supine beside him and noticed goose bumps. ‘You’re cold.’ He gently covered her over, pressed the warmth of his body close to hers. A sudden rush of protectiveness engulfed him as he swept his hand around her and hugged her close. He didn’t want her to be cold, didn’t want her to be hungry or unhappy. These were new alien