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He came home unusually early, hungry for her. She was waiting, naked, except for a pair of panties, as is her rule. She heard the door slam, and smiled. He’d called her when he left work: I want you ready. You have 10 minutes.
She was ready. Clean. Lubed. Her shiny, heavy plug nestled inside her. He entered the bedroom and stood at the foot of the bed. She crawled toward him. She was always hungry. She pressed her face into his crotch, breathing his scent, exhaling warm breath onto his cock. She begged him with her eyes, her mouth. After a few minutes, he nodded, and she unzipped him. She lapped at the head of his cock, wrapping her hands firmly around the shaft the way he liked. She toyed with him, using her lips for a while until he pulled her hands away, and pushed himself all the way to the back of her mouth and down her throat. He fucked her throat like that as foreplay. Not violently, not rough, but casually, with one of his hands wrapped in her soft hair and the other pressing into her neck. They did this all the time. It made her wet, it made him hard.
She could feel his cock grow harder, hotter. It throbbed a little as it slid over her puffy lips, red from the friction. He never came like this, he liked more pressure. But she always hoped he might someday, spurting uncontrolled down her throat.
Today wasn’t that. He pulled all the way out of her mouth.
“Flip over, piglet.”
She turned her face toward the window, and pressed her ass back, arching. He spanked a few times, hard. He liked to fuck her ass when it was pink and warm. Then he pulled her panties off, and took the plug out. He pressed his cock against her, growling low with desire. She whimpered into the mattress as he pressed, relentlessly, into her. He stroked her back, her hair, her ass. He shushed her when her whining got too frantic. She focused on breathing, on opening. No matter how often he did this, the beginning was always a struggle.
When he had buried himself completely inside her, he waited for a moment. Then the fucking began. He sunk his big hands into her hips, and pulled her ass on and off of his cock. Faster, faster, as she adjusted to him, and he could use more force. He slowed, using grinding, small movements. She thought he might come. But he pulled out completely, instead and positioned himself on the bed in front of her.
“Come play,” he said.
She crawled up his legs, resting her now-slippery wet cunt on his thigh. She wrapped her right hand firmly around his shaft, and toyed her mouth across the tip. She privat webcam wasn’t in any hurry, but she knew exactly how to get him off from this position. She wanted to play first.
She played, but it was like worship to her. She used her hands and her mouth and her tongue and her breath. She even used her hair, running the strands over his sensitive skin as she dragged her head up and down his body. Taking her time, she edged him. He could have rushed her, demanded she keep going until he came, but he didn’t want to. He enjoyed this as much as she did.
Trancelike by the time he came, she didn’t stop. She continued to lap at him, kiss him, devote herself to him until his breathing deepened, and his eyes closed and he drifted off in post-orgasmic sleep.
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