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Nick turned and deposited Amy’s lush body onto the edge of counter, driving into her again as she gripped him tightly, still moaning deeply. Amy drew back to watch his face, licking her succulent lips, and Nick felt his consciousness evaporate, floating outside himself as he exploded powerfully inside of her, emitting animalistic groans he didn’t recognize as his own. Nick pumped into her until the last of his juices were sapped. He slumped against her, catching his breath, feeling Amy’s still pounding heartbeat against him.
After a few moments, he withdrew from her, and she swiftly removed and disposed of the condom, and he stood in front of her, his member slowly regaining its usual size, his thoughts struggling to re-emerge, still stunned.
Amy smiled wickedly, hopping off the counter. “Feeling better?” she laughed, picking up her bikini and tying it back onto herself. “I think it’s high time we get back to reality.”
Reality?! Was she kidding? Amy had just shaken the very foundation of his beliefs. He would never be the same again. She had blown his mind– and other parts of his anatomy.
“Nick?” Amy asked, already dressed while he still stood there, naked and stunned. “That Harley Davidson towel… made me wonder if you had a real bike.”
He shook himself out of his haze. “Yeah… my bike’s in the garage at our place in the country.” He paused. “Why?”
A sly smile spread across her features. “I was thinking that maybe this weekend, you could take me for a ride.” She winked at him, then slipped out the door, leaving Nick standing there in confusion, trying to figure out what had just happened.
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