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belly. “What exactly is it you are watching your
    waist for?”
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    “Expansion,” she replied grimly.
    “You will expand when you are pregnant. Do you think you
    carry my child?” he asked excitedly.
    “One thing at a time, cowboy.”
    “Cows are not boys, they are female. Should the term not be
    cow girl and bull boy?”
    “Never mind,” she said before laughing.
    Apparently having satisfied one appetite, Hott was anxious to
    partake of another. He placed her now empty cup of wine off to
    the side. Valerie stilled his hands.
    “Shouldn‟t we start a fire? I mean there could be wild animals
    out there,” she said, casting her gaze around worriedly.
    “The night is warm and I have seen no sign of any creatures.
    Do not fear, I have my sword.”
    “Yes you certainly do,” she mumbled.
    Reaching down, Valerie took his hard length into her hand
    and stroked up and down. She smiled inwardly thinking he had
    removed his clothing in record time. He was tugging at her t-shirt.
    She had forgone a bra. His large hands found her full breasts, and
    he kneaded them and worked the nipples. The pad of his thumb
    rubbed across her bud, and she hardened. His head bent, and he
    suckled one then blew on it. Her pants, shoes and socks soon
    followed until she lay nude in his embrace.
    “Taste me again,” he commanded.
    She did as he asked. Her hair trailed a lazy path down his bare
    flesh to tickle him in intimate places. She licked the tip of his head
    when she reached it. Kneeling beside him, she sucked him into her
    mouth to lave until she felt the gentle rise and fall of his hips. Her
    tongue glided up the full length of him, from his sac to the head of
    his penis. Droplets of cum spilled; his taste was sweet. She had
    hated doing this with Mark. But Hott was so hard and long and
    thick, and she had never been with an uncircumcised male before.
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    She gripped his shaft with her hand and rubbed up and down.
    He tensed. His powerful hand roamed over her bare backside
    sending a shiver down her spine. Hott groaned and pushed her
    over. She rolled onto her belly and he pulled her onto her hands
    and knees. Then he pressed intimately against her behind.
    “Hott?” she said with growing uncertainty.
    “I will be your first,” he said throatily, and she wondered just
    what that meant.
    “Wait,” she cried out.
    “I will have you,” he demanded.
    “Take this.” She had been wondering if he would want to do
    this, and because she was curious she‟d come prepared. She handed
    him a plastic vial of lubricant, and spread it on him.
    “At home I have used grease, but this smell is much more
    pleasant. And such an odd-looking container,” he said, turning it
    over in his hands.
    He turned her again, and she dropped her head wondering
    what to expect. He fingered her first. She shivered beneath him.
    His slick fingers slid in and out of her ass. It was a bit
    uncomfortable, but she decided it wasn‟t painful, and he was being
    very gentle and coaxing. When he positioned himself, she tensed
    when she felt the tip of his head enter her, and she groaned.
    “Relax, little Valkyrie. You will grow accustomed to this.”
    She again wondered what he meant. Did he plan on doing this
    often? His body began straining towards her, and her moan turned
    to a guttural groan. He pushed into her and pulled out a bit before
    pushing more inside her. Inch by inch he delved deeper, and she
    felt herself stretch to accommodate him. He was so big and there
    was so damn much she couldn‟t stand it. Another inch slid inside.
    “Oh, wait. Let me get used to what‟s in there,” she said.
    “It is your first time. There is bound to be a little pain.”
    “A little! You‟re killing me with your huge watermelon dick.”
    “Nonsense. And stop naming my cock.”
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    He plunged deeper, and Valerie gasped. Her hands dug