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an attempt to put her off.
    Donna ignored me; she was good at that. What Donna wanted, Donna got. She pulled the belt from my jeans and skillfully unzipped my fly. The next thing I knew , she was on her knees in front of me with my cock in her mouth. Damn, now was not the time for performance anxiety. I leaned against the door and squeezed my eyes closed. Behind the darkness of my eyelids, I imagined Andi doing this to me, her tiny little body worshipping mine, sucking on me. Much to my surprise, I grew hard. I kept my eyes closed as I grabbed Donna’s long dark hair and forced her head closer, pumping into her collagen injected lips. Damn that felt good. Donna’s mouth was like a slick, wet furnace. At the thought of Donna my dick began to rapidly lose interest. OH HELL NO. Andi, strawberry blonde hair wrapped around my fist, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked hard on my length. Her hands skillfully cupping my balls, playing with them as her other hand follows her lips up and down my shaft. Oh yeah, that was better. I could do this for hours. Donna—scratch that—Andi cupped my balls, rolling them in her hands while she sucked me, her tongue flicking with expertise over the end of my knob. All that sensation combined with my image of Andi had me racing to a quick climax. The pressure built like a freight train and blew out of me with the force of a volcanic eruption. As the white light that had momentarily flooded my vision receded, I imagined when I opened my eyes I would find Donna before me with the back of her head blown out. I smiled. I hadn’t blown that hard in years. And all it had taken was the mental image of one sweet country bumpkin that was as good as my best friend’s sister. She was a no-go zone. Well, didn’t that just suck the happiness right out of my soul?
    I finally looked down and found Donna licking her lips with satisfaction. She looked up at me through her thick and heavy false eyelashes, her fingers already busy in her pussy. That sight was doing nothing for me. “Thanks, babe, that was awesome,” I murmured, pulling my jeans up and stepping around her. I needed to get away from her. She wasn’t the one I needed right now. In the last ten minutes, it had become apparent that my dick had a hard-on for Andi Jennings.
    “What the fuck , Decker?” Donna screeched as I moved to my bedroom and quickly changed my shirt. I threw some water on my face and dried it off, Donna squawking at me the entire time.
    “Donna, I told you I have plans tonight.” I grabbed my keys and pulled her towards the door.
    “You’re just gonna leave me like this? My pussy is so sensitive I could come from just walking.” She growled as I locked my apartment.
    I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Then you shouldn’t have any problem taking care of it yourself.”
    As I walked away, I expected growling, snarling, the sound of sharp nails trailing with murderous intent down the walls. Instead, she was remarkably quiet. I didn’t relax until I was seated in my car, and even then I kept thinking Donna would come at me out of nowhere, screaming like some out of control banshee. But she didn’t.
    I drove around town for hours, angry and frustrated at the conundrum my perfect life had become. A year ago my future was paved in the sweet sound of orgasms and adult porn. Now it was overgrown with confusion and indecision. My reaction to Andi had been a purely visceral reaction, as if my flaccid member had recognized the scent of a pure, untarnished woman and demanded its fill. But was it just a onetime thing? Would I feel the same if I saw her again? Would I need to picture Andi every time I wanted a drug free erection? Wouldn’t that basically make Andi my new erectile dysfunction drug of choice? Around eleven, I bit the bullet and dragged my pondering ass home. Thankfully, Donna was pleasantly absent.
    Two nights later I found my burning curiosity over my equipment’s erratic recovery a feat that needed