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length with just enough friction to make him clench his ass cheeks.
    “God, that feels good. I love your hands.”
    Slowly, fluidly, she moved up over him and threw one leg over his shoulder until she ended up facing his groin and straddling his chest. She slid her legs under his arms until she was crouched over his dick and breathing hot air into his pubes. “You smell like me.”
    With her ass high and pussy hovering right over his chin, he could inhale that musky scent of sex himself. “Mm, I love that smell.” He braced his hands on her ass cheeks and spread her glistening sex open.
    He urged her closer, and just as he lifted his head to smother himself with her juices, she took his cock into her mouth. This time he couldn’t help but buck his hips, shoving farther into her hot mouth.
    Joanne rumbled a deep voice in her throat, sending a low vibration down his cock to his balls. He answered with a hum, his tongue against her clit. Her body jerked, but he held tight. She stroked, and he pushed both thumbs inside her, taking advantage of her body’s movements.
    The world around him could have gone up in flames and he wouldn’t know it. With her pussy on his face and his dick in her mouth, he was overwhelmed by each movement. She’d go down, and he’d press in. Back up and he was tickling her clit with flicks of his tongue. He matched her speed, and when she moaned in pleasure, he echoed that too.
    When her rhythm turned erratic, he knew she was close. Ignoring the sweet suction on his cock, he focused on her needs. Thrusting, licking, nipping, he desperately wanted this close-up view of her orgasm. He spread her lips with both thumbs, and licked a long path along her opening, tilting the tip of his tongue on her clit on his way past. Back and forth he licked, then pushed his tongue deep, loving the hot clamp around it.
    With a shriek, she arched her back, letting his cock slip free to cool in the air just as a ray of morning sun shone in a skewed rectangle on her shoulders. He watched every squirming move she made, loving the way her hips ground onto his face and the way her hair swayed, reflecting the rising sun.
    He grabbed her hips and pulled her back until he could rest his head on the pillow. He brought both hands around her thighs, opened her lips and rubbed her clit.
    She’d braced one hand on his chest and hovered over him, moving her hole over his mouth, grinding her clit into his hands. He continued eating her, thinking he might be able to do this for hours on end. Then she stilled, suspended over his face until her walls squeezed around his tongue, and he covered her with his open mouth so that he wouldn’t miss a thing. He stroked her through each wave, drinking down her orgasm as if it were a precious treat.
    Her release was silent and still, but it rocked his world. A thick drop of pre-come oozed from his cock to pool on his stomach. He was so hard he hurt.
    “Condoms?”
    Somewhere in the tangle of sheets lay the rest of the strip of condoms. He patted down as far as he could reach, and she fumbled with the rest, finally coming up triumphant. He rubbed her back as she rolled one on, and he thought he’d pass out when she rose up to her knees, crawled down his body, and took him inside, leaving him with the view of her smooth back and luscious ass.
    Christ, she was hot. Soft and hot and tight. She surrounded him. Choking the life out of his cock. He took her hips in his hands and guided her up, pulling out to her opening, then shoved back in. Each stroke was a struggle. He wanted desperately inside her, only to pull out from the intense pleasure.
    Again.
    And again. With measured, choppy strokes, she impaled herself on him, only to rise and drop again. Even though he couldn’t see her breasts or watch her face, her ass was so perfectly round and feminine as she moved with a fluid grace, each gyration looked as good as it felt.
    His body seemed to swell. From the tips of his earlobes to the ends of