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With a low groan, he quickly brought down the front of my dress, revealing my bare breasts (I'd misplaced my only strapless bra so had to go braless). He grinned wickedly before pressing his mouth to my hard nipples, rubbing my knot of bliss between his fingertips. I unbuttoned his shirt quickly, revealing his well-defined torso, a trail of hair dusting down the line of his belly, tantalizingly disappearing into his pants. My hand brushed against his erection and I grasped him, purring with delight at his size, and feeling Dan's long fingers slip inside of me.
I lay back on the couch as Dan stood up, and helped him hastily unfasten his pants. As I triumphantly pulled down the elastic of his fitted black boxer-briefs made his dick spring out at me, like a naughty jack-in-the-box. I knelt at the edge of the couch with him in front of me, hungrily bringing my mouth to his erection, curling my fingers around his shaft with a squeeze. His head fell back and he groaned loudly, his fingers buried in my damp curls, unfurling their energetic rebelliousness. Dan reached behind me to lift my dress around my waist, until it only covered the portion of my torso beneath my breasts to right above my pussy. His hands slid over my bare ass and between my thighs as I took him deeper into my mouth, the fullness of his thick, hot flesh on my tongue making me even wetter.
I slurped around his circumference as my pleasure intensified, catalyzed by my arousal at his twitching and throbbing reactions to my touch. Impatience and pervasive longing gnawed at me, craving his cock inside of me. I slid my lips off his dick and looked up at him beneath heavily lidded eyes.
"Fuck me," I said frankly, not willing to wait a second longer.
Dan pushed my back onto the couch, parting my thighs further, then knelt on the floor, teasing my aching clit with his tongue until my legs started to shake and I was seeing spots of color in my vision. I reached into the sole drawer in the table next to the couch to extract a condom (foresight pays off), pulling him up off his floor until his cock was level with my face. I sucked him one last time, then rolled on the condom. I lifted my legs in the air, crossed at the ankle (reminding us both that I still wore my stilettos), pulled him close so I could guide his swollenness into me. With a sigh, I lay back and let him plunge into my pink pussy, making me experience the familiar fullness, and sense of physical completion of having a man inside of me, on top of me, firm flesh pushed up against me.
His cock nestled in my walls, Dan uncrossed my legs and threw them over his shoulders, bending me in half, working his hips into a rhythmic crescendo. My moans deepened as I felt myself slip into a semi-conscious state of hedonistic proportions, bound to reality by the sound of our bare flesh slapping together at a feverish pace. Dan's mouth buried in my neck, his breath hot on my ears, making me even more exceptionally sensitive. Bent at this angle, and at my level of sensitivity, his heat-seeking missile found my sweet spot in no time (and knew it, too). His dick pounded into me until climax of epic proportions ripped through my core, making me tremble violently and bite down hard on his shoulder. Only when my pussy stopped quivering around him, did Dan kiss me deeply, then pull out of me, my juices visible at the base of his shaft, his balls glistening with my moisture.
"Turn around," Dan instructed gruffly, and in my dreamy state I complied without pause, bending over my couch, my shaking knees squeaking over the leather, my dress rucked up around my waist. With a long sigh, he gripped my ass and positioned himself behind me, driving into me powerfully, in a painful but pleasurable way. My fingers dug into the back of my couch as I arched my ass up closer to him. I let him grab my hair to pull my head back, my hips starting to move back to match his frenzied thrusts.
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