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against my lips.  It’s so fucking wet, almost as wet as my cunt must be.  Looking up at him, huge and fucking unapologetically naked, I realize this is so wrong on so many different levels.  But he gives me a slight smile, and I want it.
    I open my mouth, and he takes the opportunity to slide that spot on the bottom of the head against my tongue.  The goo coating it is slightly salty, and I swallow hard.  His shoulders shudder.  I know because I’m still looking up at him.  I don’t close my eyes.  Jesus, why would I not want to watch this mountain of completely naked sexiness?  I mean, he has a fucking twelve-pack of abs, and that deep V at his hips is crazy. 
    My hands go up to those muscles, and my fingertips lightly trace them.  Both his hands grab my hair, hold my head still, and he stuffs his big cock as far as he can into the back of my throat.  Girls can’t do that shit, so I don’t have a whole lot of practice at it.  And his fucking meat… I gag.  I can’t help it.  I try not to.  But I start gagging.  It’s totally not fucking sexy.  But he doesn’t stop.  He keeps going, keeps shoving it in.  My eyes get wider, and they’re tearing up, and he’s still gazing down at me. 
    “That’s so god damn sexy,” he mutters, “so god damn sexy.” 
    My back is against a cement wall, and in front of me is a brick wall of a man.  All I can do is take it.  I kinda like it.  He slides in and out a couple of times, and I’m gagging and moaning.  Finally he pulls out, and bends down just enough to pull me off the ground.  I’m standing up now, and he rips my smock off my body easily.  I don’t have the biggest tits, but he doesn’t seem to mind.  He grabs both of them in his big hands, and squeezes hard.  Another low moan escapes my lips. 
    He’s being all man.  He’s not being gentle, or trying to coax anything out of me.  He’s taking what he wants, doing what he wants, and it’s making me so wet.  My hands move toward his huge chest, over his gorgeous abs and ribcage.  He has hair on his stomach and chest, but it’s soft and sparse.  When I get to his nipples he jumps like I’ve shocked him. 
    “What the hell?” he stammers.  His hips flex, and his cock twitches against my stomach.  I like it, a lot.  “Damn, don’t make me tie your hands,” he threatens.  I pinch his nipples, and his dick slides up and down over my tummy.
    The muscles inside me clench, relax, and clench again.  “Get it inside me,” I sigh, as my hands move down toward it.  Our eyes are still locked, and his glittering eyes squint at the anticipation of my touch.  And when I feel the slick, tight skin under my fingertips, he gasps loudly. 
    “Oh, yea, it’s going inside you.  Take your fuckin’ pants off.”  I untie the drawstring, and pull them down, as he turns me around and shoves me against the wall.  I feel his cock against my ass, and I’m so fucking turned on.  “You still want it?”
    “Yea,” I sigh, and my voice vibrates.  “I want it.”  He steps away, and I glance over my shoulder to try to see what he’s doing.  He goes to his cot, and I hear a foil wrapper being opened.  They must have given him condoms in anticipation of tonight.  I turn toward the cool wall, and breathe deeply.  What am I doing?  What the fuck am I doing right now?
    “You’re gettin’ all of it.”  I feel him against me again, and I spread my legs wide for him.  One of his big hands moves up my body, to play with my tits.  The other moves to my hair, and shoves it over one shoulder.  I’m gasping for breath, and I look over my shoulder again just as the head of his cock is against the opening to my body.  He’s looking deep into my eyes, and waiting for something.  I nod, and his hips thrust forward impaling me with his manhood.  I cry out with the force, and the girth of it.
    He relaxes a little, and he closes his eyes.  “Yea,” he sighs, then he leans forward and