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Section 1
Who loves fantasies? I'm sure you do---you dream of it every night. Dig in, get naked, and follow along with my first erotic....
"Lights out," she whispered.
Shutting the door, an unexplainable surge of heat galloped through the course of my veins. Her face can't be seen clearly, but what was under the belt mattered most. She was not thin, not fat, but enough. Her thighs were as sweet as buffers, and her breasts resembled bolsters. Looking back after locking the door, she was already in two-piece clothing. Easy access.
Striding closer, her grin was plainly in view. That alone made my arousal strain against my lingerie, desperate to see what was amusing it. The whole thing was huge, definitely a fit for her rigid throat. With no clothes on except for my skivvies, she stepped closer and made to kneel. Her nails grazed the tip of my arousal, sending a pulsing wave of pleasure.
"Fuck." I said.
"Not yet, I'm not finished with this."
Quickly, she took off my shorts, leaving my black boxer. She kept focusing on the bulge which was my arousal. Looking down at her, I could start feeling pleasure, much more when our eyes would stare, hers filled with pure lust. Drilled to the ground, all I could do was to play with her blonde hair. It was nothing, but it made her take my underwear off. I sprang free from the tightness, seeing her face ready to feast.
"Make me—"
She put a finger to my lips. Her tongue teased my sensitive tip. All the while, I wanted her to take me in. Suddenly, she took me in fully. Her motion was steady and fast, yet enough. It was amazing, all I could do was to look up and find someplace to rest after a lovely moment. A bed was close by, and that was where my turn goes. I kept cursing, it felt fucking good.
"Fuck, shit, oh shit. Ohhh yess right there."
Faster and faster she went, and I could feel release approaching. But she stopped. She stood up, signaled for me to follow her into bed. She laid on her back, legs spread. Her underwear was also black, hiding my most intimate place. Pulling a part of it to the side, I could finally see the soft folds. Without wasting time, I tasted her. It was warm and wet. All I could say. Her moans filled the whole room, and I wanted more.
Faster and rapidly I went, and she grew more aroused. I was a machine. I was a fast machine with my motor clean. Her nails sifted into my scalp, clearly nearing her climax. She was so loud, and I loved it. She was incredible. More and more and she was weak. Her grip lessened, and a drip of familiar white juice dripped out.
"Ohhh fuckk. It was so good. Noooo ughhh please stop.."
I was not done. I shed my underwear, teased her with my tip, and I entered her. I was enveloped by some rough yet soft walls. She wanted me, and it made me thrust more and more. Adding more pleasure and joy to my arousal, I kept going faster. She was moaning more and more, and she grew wetter.
I was about to come, so I focused on finishing inside. Only inside. She sounded as if she was holding something in. I kept going, and the same buildup occurred. I couldn't hold it in until I felt complete. I came, and she did too. She's weaker than before, and I was starting to get drowsy. Suddenly she stood up and made as if to take me in. She took me in faster now, and a few minutes passed until I could feel my next peak. She kept going until I spilled onto her.
She laid on her side, still naked. I remained inside her, only to let it stay there while we sleep. Her low moans made my day, and I was to be with her tomorrow.