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approach that made me feel almost as safe as it did awakened. I was raised to believe sex was sinful, and nurtured to believe it was aggressive and one-sided. Without even penetrating me, Markus had made it clear our sex would only be of the most consensual, pleasurable, and respectful demeanor. As he struggled to get my jeans over the hump of my ass, I decided to help him, as I felt my clitoris tingle and a wetness accumulate as if it were my first time ever.
    "You just lay back, and let me see everything," I uttered, eager to move our ceremony into everything it could be. As I slid off my panties and peeled off my socks, I kept my eyes fixated on the unveiling of his manhood. Before I knew it, there were nine inches of masculine sexuality facing me - thick, erect, and throbbing. It was almost as if each inch had a voice of its own; his foreskin saying "taste me," the middle saying "fuck me," and the base saying "take it all the way down." Unable to take another second of anticipation, I placed my mouth over his manhood and began to consummate our forever.

CHAPTER TWELVE
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    MARKUS GLENN

At the end of their life, most people look back and claim that there were a few key moments that defined their experience on Earth. If I were to prematurely make that conclusion; I'd say my top three include publishing my first book, getting off drugs, and making love to Serenity Davis.
    Our first time together was the definition of "impeccable." The topic of sex had been sprinkled through our conversation for the past week, to a point that I knew it was less a question of "if" and more so "when" and "where." We were on the way to my place after a refreshing early dinner downtown, and I'd already made arrangements for Simone to be elsewhere, and the apartment to be ready for all that would commence.
    After walking into a cinematic setting of candles, soft music, incense, and oils; I led Serenity to my bedroom and we quickly started kissing. Before I knew it: words were exchanged, clothes were off, and her tender, wet mouth was revolving around my manhood.
    "Yes, baby," I bellowed, feeling sensations I found myself wildly unaccustomed to. It was as though my heedless sexual track record meant nothing, at a moment where I laid stark naked and vulnerable to a legitimate empress who'd managed to captivate my heart well before my erection. Each second had meaning, each word had sincerity, and each movement felt like a grandiose progression down a path I was enticed by, but had never traveled down before.
    "Take me," she uttered, as she gently eased off my cock, laid back, and presented her pussy as a beautiful, blossomed flower, wet with morning dew. I lunged my face into her lap, and began kissing the sides of her thighs in anticipation of what was to come. When she began squirming for more - I softly licked up her clitoris one time, visibly causing shivers down her spine and moans out of her mouth.
    "Eat this pussy!" she bellowed, with the strained desperation of a mother in labor. Without argument, I began lapping my tongue over her most sensitive parts; picking up the pace slowly and driving her haywire. "Yes!" she shouted, as the intensity picked up and I began penetrating her with my finger simultaneously. Before she knew it, I had two fingers in her pussy, a third up her ass, and my other hand caressing her nipple; while I slurped her savagely.
    "You like that?" I mumbled, in between releasing spit over her clitoris, and sucking it back up heedlessly. Before she could respond, I began rubbing it over with my thumb as I pointed my tongue like a dart and orally fucked her.
    "What the fuck is happening to me?!" she screamed, as the eroticism of the moment swallowed her in cascading tides. Before I could answer: I grabbed my penis, lubed it with the remaining saliva in my mouth, and slid it into her love canal blissfully.
    As our penetration began to pick up its own rolling, mind-numbing pace; I reached around to