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Hotflash It was 2:30 a.m. The tossing and turning wasn’t working. Though she suspected he wanted to be alone, she wandered down to the living room. He was reclined in his chair and she wondered if he was asleep after all. She stepped across his outstretched legs and leaned over to nuzzle his neck. Before he could do more than bring his hands to her legs, her own hands found the button of his jeans and released it. The zipper seemed to move of its own volition. His breath caught in his chest as his hands involuntarily gripped her legs just above her knees. That was all the sign she needed and the thought of what he might be with all restraint gone was such an immediate-acting aphrodisiac that her mouth around him was her next awareness. His response was immediate as well. Several minutes passed before his hands lifted her head and uttered a hoarse “Enough!” Before she could form the question, he was lifting her astride him. He only knew he had to be inside her. She’d unleashed the beast, and he was powerless to stop himself. Her lace and cotton underwear tore in his fingers and he buried himself in her warmth. She rocked her hips as he plunged and within moments his body tightened and he groaned with his orgasm. She forced her body to stillness with a shudder and moved to leave him but he pulled her down beside him in the chair. His breathing began to slow and his heartbeat returned to normal. The arm across her back relaxed and he drifted off to sleep. She rose, pulled the throw from the couch and spread it over him, and returned to bed. |
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9/10/2021 4:54 am |
Great blog
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