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my hair on his way to resting his hands on my shoulders.
    Being sure to leave some of my saliva behind, I took my lips from him and wrapped my right hand tight around the moistened head of his manhood. Slowly, I forced my hand down over his glans, making it penetrate my curled fingers, and proceeded to run it down his rigid shaft all the way to the base and back again. Repeating the motion, I picked up some speed with my strokes and increased the pressure of my grip on his smooth ballsack while tugging it downward just enough to bring the skin taut. I wanted to taste Randall again, so I shortened my strokes just enough to take the whole of his enormous head back into my mouth. As my warmth enveloped him and the speed of my strokes increased, I heard Randall from above me, “Good lord, Connor. Take it easy on a poor man. You’ll make me explode right here and now!” Knowing what I was doing to him brought a fresh flood to my ever-flowing river. I didn’t want to stop sucking on that beautiful cock of his, but I also wanted him to fuck me so very, very badly with his cock at its very hardest. Reluctantly, I took my mouth from around him and slowed my strokes more and more until my hand was simply holding tight around the base of his girth.
    I looked up and into his eyes. “I want you inside me, Randall.”
    Randall didn’t say a word. As he bent down and put his hands under my arms to guide me to a standing position, my hands loosened their grip on his stiffness and I let him go. Once I was standing, he lifted my arms straight up over my head, reached down, and pulled my shirt up and off of me in one fluid motion. Easing my arms back down for me, he rested them by my side and moved his hands around to my back to unclasp my bra. With great aplomb, my tits freed themselves from their lacy captor and spilled out impressively. A fine pair, my tits and Randall’s cock. Both impressive in their own right. I shimmied my skirt off on my own as Randall watched with an approving smile plastered across his face.
    We were both naked now, standing before each other with not the slightest bit of discomfort between us. It could have been the thousandth time we had done this, it felt so natural to be there.
    I was the one to break our mesmerized gaze of mutual admiration. First, I sat back down on the edge of the bed, and then shifted myself back so my whole body was able to lie atop the softness of the satiny duvet. After watching me intently as I laid myself on my back, naked and waiting for him, Randall also climbed onto the bed and slowly crept toward me on all fours. He moved forward, gently spreading my legs wide to accommodate his body as he brought his face to mine and leaned in to kiss me. It was a deep and passionate kiss, much like how we were kissing earlier, only now it seemed to be even more intense. More connected.
    Randall was above me, bare chest to soft breasts, perched on his elbows with one hand behind my head and the other holding me just between my shoulder blades. We continued to kiss. Our tongues danced and explored each other’s mouths. Our teeth nibbled and pulled at each other’s lips. All the while, from this position we were in, I could feel the tip of Randall’s cock gently bumping and brushing against the slick folds of my labia and my hypersensitive clit with every slight movement we made.
    Unable to let another moment go by without Randall inside of me, I moved my hand down between our bodies, reaching out and once again wrapping my fingers—only part of the way—around his prodigious rod. I felt Randall’s body tense above me from my touch. I lined up Randall’s cock to my eager pussy and pulled him gently forward. Just enough to part my lips with the very tip of his member. I continued to guide his erection and began to run the crown of his glans slow and deliberate up to my clit and back down, eventually resting him on the divot of my opening. I pulled him forward again, just the tiniest bit,