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handfuls of his jet-black hair and guided him to her throbbing pussy. Ambrosia writhed at the sensation of his fingers parting her fleshy folds and his tongue flicking her clit repeatedly. Tantalizing swirls of her nub between his lips and teeth sent her reeling. He buried his finger deep inside her, stroking her to the brink of explosion, and just when the beginning of the spasms started, he pulled back leaving her gasping.
    “What? Why did you stop?”
    “When you come, I want you to explode in my mouth.”
    “Well, I can guarantee that’s about to happen.” She pulled his head back into place and wiggled her hips inviting his tongue to return. Sweeping the outside of her mound, he darted his tongue inside over and over again. Desmond rubbed his finger with exquisite tenderness over her clit in a circular motion. The vibrating spasm returned, stronger and more rapid now. Desmond sucked her clit and pounded his fingers into her. Her breathing sped up, her muscles tightened, and a white hot, molten sensation shot through her core as she contracted around his fingers in blissful spasms that rippled over her entire body.
    “That’s it, come for me, baby.” He lapped up her juices eagerly. “Mmm, you taste so good.” Ambrosia’s body shook as she rode the waves of rapture.
    “It’s your turn now.” She sat on the edge of the desk and pulled him to stand in front of her. Ambrosia stroked his cock, lowered her head, and then slid the rock hard tip into her mouth.
    When Desmond moaned, she lifted her head and watched his expression when she cupped her breasts and pressed them together. “Fuck my tits.”
    Desmond gave a dark, sexy grin, and then gripped his rigid hard on and inserted it between her throbbing mounds. He slid his cock upward as she pressed her flesh tightly around his sinewy shaft.
    “Desmond, wouldn’t it feel good if it was slippery? Sliding between my breasts?”
    “Yes.”
    “Grab that lotion out of the bathroom….” Before she could finish the sentence, he was back and dowsing her chest with the creamy white moisturizer. She gripped his cock again, rubbed it in the glob of cream then cupped her tits waiting for him to join her again. The fragrant aroma of lavender filled her nose.
    Desmond moved forward with his hand gripping his steely tip and she swathed his shaft with her burgeoning flesh, squeezing tight as he moved his hips up and down in a rhythmic motion. With every thrust, she pressed tight, massaging his member with her aching breasts.
    “That feels so good, ah—I don’t wanna come yet.” He slowed his pace down.
    “You can come as many times as you want.” She stood up, determined, facing him.
    “I want to get inside you; I’ve wanted you for so long.” He cradled her face in his palms and devoured her lips with compelling lust. Their tongues danced and curled together endlessly while he lifted her up again, resting her against his hips. She wrapped her legs around him, eager to feel him enter her.
    The cool, smoothness of the glass against her back surprised her when he pushed her up against the window. Ambrosia eased herself onto the tip of his cock, still kissing him, nipping at his lips and tongue.
    She glimpsed the movement overhead, the sharks and schools of fish swimming all around them.
    “Fuck me now.” She nibbled on his earlobe.
    In one vicious, sharp motion, he drove up into her, penetrating deep and hard. Ambrosia cried out with elation.
    “Yes, I’m yours Desmond, fuck me,” she begged him, gripping his shoulders. He thrust into her repeatedly; each drive harder than the last. A sharp squeaking sound began as her back rubbed up against glass. She buried her nails in his taut skin, arching her torso in a frenzy of yearning and tilting her hips toward him. She rode his cock relentlessly.
    Desmond plunged into her rapidly, gripping her ass. The bounce of her breasts with every blissful movement of his pelvis shot waves of exhilaration over her.
    His