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She roughly tugged him up her body by his hair, grabbing onto his back with her fingernails, kissing him deeply and tasting her sweetness on his tongue. He helped lift her until she sat up at the edge of the table, hurrying to undo his jeans, almost ripping them off with his fitted black boxer briefs. His cock sprung out at her, thick and hard and throbbing to her touch. She marveled over its smoothness and shape. Derek groaned as she squeezed him and guided him into her tightness, enveloping him within her heat. She gasped as he stretched her out, the slight pain exquisite, inviting him deeper until he was completely encompassed within her walls. Derek's eyes darkened as he pushed into her again and again, and Vicki tossed her head back, her hair grazing the tabletop behind her, her breasts bouncing lightly in response to his ardent thrusts.
He grabbed onto her hips, tethering her to him. It was all too much, his hard body pressing against hers, his cock thrusting deeply and filling her fully, her nipples brushing against his sleek skin with every movement. The building pressure was unrelenting, the fire rising up within her. She bit down hard on Derek's broad shoulder, groaning loudly, urging him to go faster, deeper, harder. Then everything went white as she came, her eyes squeezing shut, her body quivering around him. When her eyes fluttered open again, Derek gazed at her with primitive need apparent on his face, his hips pumping more slowly now, prolonging her climax. Vicki tried to catch her breath.
"I'm not done with you yet," Derek growled, an animalistic look in his eyes. He disengaged from her, slipping his soaked cock from out of her and stepping back.
"Turn around," he instructed brusquely. Vicki wasn't accustomed to being with a man so dominant, since she was usually the tigress in the bedroom. Then again, they weren't in her bedroom. She quickly moved off the table, turned around, spread her legs, and bent over at a 90 degree angle. Within seconds, Derek thrust himself into her completely, almost violently. She moaned, her nipples grazing the table top, Derek's fingers stroking her clit in front of her as he pumped his thickness into her. The sound of their flesh slapping together echoed throughout the room, his firm smacks to her ass only adding to their erotic soundtrack.
Vicki felt heady again. Derek's complete control of her body aroused her to no end, and she curved her back, arching her hips upwards to meet him at the perfect angle. Their moans came louder, and Vicki sank lower onto the table, lifting her knees onto the table and spreading her thighs without breaking their rhythm. Derek pounded into her, the sheer pleasure of his cock inside of her making Vicki almost lose consciousness again.
Derek's nimble fingers moved more quickly over her clit, using her own nectar as lubrication. She panted, her breathing erratic, her brain going to mush, her body tensing with her impending orgasm, clenching around Derek. He grabbed her hair with his other hand, making her arch her back all the more. She heard him suck in his breath, saw his vague reflection in the varnished finish of the table. The surprise visual of Derek's physical perfection as he pushed into her sent Vicki over the edge, contracting around him. Vicki couldn't control herself, her pleasure spilling over, quaking uncontrollably, her juices dripping all over Derek's cock and package more with each of his thrusts.
She felt the muscles in his thighs tighten too, and he grabbed her hair a bit tighter. Vicki slowly inched backward toward Derek on the table, dismounting slowly. He pulled out of her with one final grunt, and without thinking she dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him.
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