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nipples were hard and peaked beneath her clothes. He quickly pulled off the light sweater so she was left in only the loose tank top and her underwear. Her body was almost as he remembered. Petite with lean lines and soft curves, though now a little fuller than before. Silky soft, russet-brown skin with a golden undertone. Feminine features that were still incredibly responsive to his touch. Sam just knew that she was now dewy and slick between her thighs. Just the thought brought him to full, impatient hardness.
    God, he wanted to kiss her again. Her lips looked deliciously sweet. But he held back, trying to hold on to his control in the situation. Letting go of her ass, he quickly undid his belt, unsnapped the waist of his jeans, and lowered the zipper. As though clearly reading his mind, Kaylee trailed her fingers down his stomach and slid one of them right under the band of his underwear. She took hold of his cock in her small, soft hand, pushing down the cotton boxer briefs with the other. His thick length sprung free, stretching upward, and Sam could only watch breathlessly as she stroked over it with a tight hold. Jesus Christ, it felt insanely good. She added her other hand, using both to stroke him up and down with just the right speed and grip to drive him nuts.
    Sam let out a low hiss as his balls tightened unbearably. Any moment now, she was going to make him come, way too fast. He could already feel it building hard, gripping his spine with its intensity. A few more strokes and he’d be a goner. He threw back his head to hold in a deep, carnal groan. But then she released her hold, and Sam wasn’t sure if he was relieved or about to die from frustration. He took a deep breath and looked back down at her. The little minx was grinning, fully aware of the torture she was creating. It was such a pretty smile. And for the first time in a long time, Sam wanted to laugh out loud for no real reason at all.
    â€œKaylee,” he whispered, despite his vow to keep this purely physical. But then she was lowering herself down onto her knees in front of him, and Sam forgot whatever he was going to say anyway. No, no, no, his brain screamed, but his cock was pleading, yes, yes, yes, much more loudly. Kaylee took hold of his length at the base and slowly sucked the thick tip into that beautiful mouth. He could not hold back a deep groan. She lowered over him until he hit the back of her throat, though she was still a couple of inches from the base. Then she pulled back all the way and did it again. And again. Sam was transfixed. It was the most purely perfect blowjob he’d ever witnessed. Then she sucked hard on his head, teasing the underside, and scraping lightly over the sensitive top with her teeth.
    â€œBlimey!” Sam swore as sweat broke out on his forehead.
    She was back to the long, sucking strokes, this time faster, purposeful. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off her as he added this moment to the small repository of memories that he could draw on later. But the force of his impending orgasm was back, harder and more urgent than before. Way too soon to satisfy all his cravings. Sam reached down to cup the back of her head, and eased himself out of her mouth. He groaned from the loss of contact, but then watched unblinking as she stroked her hands over the long length, still slick and wet from her saliva.
    Sam was convinced she was trying to break him.
    â€œStand up,” he demanded, sounding rougher than he intended.
    Kaylee closed her eyes, but allowed him to help her off the floor. He then led her up the stairs to the second floor. On the landing there were two equal-sized bedrooms with a full bathroom in the middle. Sam went into one of the rooms and opened the closet. There was a packed duffel bag on the floor with three or four days’ worth of clothes, toiletries, and other emergency essentials. He opened a side pocket and took out an unopened box of condoms.
    When he stood back up,