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She loved the sensation of his body thrusting against hers, and the fact that she could feel his dick hard and erect against her flesh. Yet the more he thrust, the greater her desire became to have his manhood deep within her.
    ‘Inside me, Blaine,’ she gasped. ‘I really need you to be inside me.’
    Blaine lifted himself up. He kept one hand pressed against the bed, so that his weight was lifted off her. Then he allowed his body to slide down so that his genitals were aligned with hers. Sabina couldn’t help but do what her body insisted she should do, arching her back and spreading her legs even wider, ready for penetration.
    But Blaine hadn’t finished with his foreplay yet. He took his dick in one hand and rubbed the engorged glans around her vulvic area, at first barely touching her – and even then only touching the inside of her thighs. Then he circled closer and closer to her pink, wet slit until finally his own pink flesh was touching hers. He slid his cock upwards along her cleft without penetrating her, then used it to gently stimulate her clitoris. Sabina’s body tingled with the electricity of the sensation, waves of divine pleasure sweeping through her body. He did it again and again, each time taking her to a new high, and then letting her drop back to catch her breath. Just when she thought she could stand it no longer, Blaine slipped his dick inside her, edging it deeper and deeper into the waiting and willing walls of her vagina. Her labia spread willingly to accommodate him, and before he had even penetrated her fully, she was edging over the top into the most earth-shattering orgasm she had ever experienced.
    This was it. This was the ultimate in physical enjoyment. Waves of glowing warmth echoed back and forth through her body, making her judder with the intensity of the pleasure. She felt her face and neck flush as the heat exploded through her. She juddered again and again until the ecstasy finally faded.
    Blaine poised in mid-fuck, allowing her to use him any way she wanted as she climaxed. He kissed her gently on her shoulders, her neck and her bosoms. And then, when she was ready once more, he began to take her – filling her completely with a whole pussyful of thick, Scottish dick.
    It was almost too much. She was so wet, Blaine could steam hammer inside her relentlessly. The scent of sex was in the air, a heady mixture of her juices, his pheromones and the sticky, sweaty heat of two people fused in the act of love.
    Almost too much…but not quite. The more Blaine fucked, the more she wanted him, and the closer she came to her next heart-pumping orgasm. It came slowly at first, the feeling of tension growing inside her, the need for release. Each stroke of his dick filled her to capacity and took her another fraction closer to the sensation she craved. And then it was there again – a climax that took her breath away and hurled her repeatedly into new heights of ecstasy.
    Before her orgasm had even subsided, Blaine rolled over onto his back so that Sabina found herself sitting upright and straddling him. Blaine lay back with his hands behind his head.
    ‘Your turn,’ he said. ‘Show me what you Mediterranean girls can do.’
    Sabina was always up for a challenge, and she sure as hell didn’t want him to think that Pictish girls had something she didn’t. Who knows how much Celtic pussy he had enjoyed during his youth – heck, what good Scottish girl wouldn’t want to be fucked by a handsome prince? But Sabina knew that she could give as good as anyone. For starters, she looked fantastic – she didn’t need to be modest about that. Blaine was certainly enjoying the view from his horizontal position. The grin that was curling around his lips made it clear he was having a good time, and she hadn’t even started yet.
    Sabina let her knees touch the bed and leaned forward so that Blaine’s dick penetrated deeper inside her. She could almost feel his length touching against her