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and touched her tongue to his.
    The slight contact seared him to the core. His groin pulled. His erection throbbed.
    They kissed.
    Her mouth was a smoldering haven, moist, so exquisitely delicious he lost the borders of where she began and he ended, fusing their lips together.
    He cradled her ass cheeks, brought her mound to his cock, lifted one leg to straddle his hip, and palmed her pussy. The slip of cloth covering her labia was soaked, and the delectable muskiness of her juices flooded his nostrils when he shifted the fabric to one side.
    Warm breath skipped over his cheek. She tangled her fingers in his hair and nibbled his ear. He shuddered. His dick jerked against her belly. Fingers shaking, he eased the wifebeater up her smooth stomach, slipped his hands over her ribs, and tugged the fabric above her twin beauties.
    “I love your nipples.” He licked a peaked point. “You have incredible breasts. Perfect.”
    Joe nibbled a tip lightly.
    She moaned and pressed him closer. He sucked the whole areola, and she ground her hips into his. Avarice laced through his very soul, and he ate at her tits, moving from one to the other, laving the fat buds, nipping the undersides, tonguing and wetting both mounds.
    He growled when she squirmed and wriggled and wrapped both her legs around his waist. He slid his cock along her slick folds, seeking purchase, entry, heaven, hell. Her heat drew him like a molten magnet. He set the crown of his cock to her center and teased at the rim, circled and probed, letting her get used to his size. She was tall but delicately boned, and he didn’t want to cause her any discomfort or pain.
    “Now. Gawd, now.” She opened her mouth over his and thrust her tongue, plunging in and out, mimicking the motion he craved with her rocking hips.
    He drew back, putting space between their bodies, and tugged the tank top over her head. He shoved the thong down and slid the lace over her hips. She lifted for him. Unusual clumsiness claimed his movements as he worked her panties free and flung them wide.
    “Got to taste you,” he muttered, slipped down her body, and breathed in the potent perfume of her arousal.
    He closed his eyes, let his nose lead him to paradise on earth, and nuzzled her sex while settling between her sleek legs. His tongue coarsened. The rough nubs prickled with his need. Inhaling, drawing her zesty fragrance deep into his lungs, he held the scent, savoring her nectar, absorbing the heady aroma into his soul.
    Joe opened his eyes and feasted on the beauty of her sex. Tiny droplets of cream clung to the hair framing her plump labia, the rich charcoal curls a tantalizing contrast to the rosy-pink folds. Driven by a sadistic streak hitherto unknown to him, he parted the pleats of her sex and trailed lollipop licks up the right outer layer, his tongue lingering over each honeyed bead.
    The more he tasted, the more he craved. He worshipped the tiny creases, licked the labia lovingly clean, tickled the velvet curls framing her sex, and blew a soft caress over her pulsing clit.
    Her thighs closed hard and fast around his head. She flinched when he set his mouth to her reddened core and sucked and nipped the bud at the same time. Her hips arched off the bed. She twisted her hands into his hair, and a long, keening cry echoed around the room. Lost in the magnificence of her climax, he shouldered her legs apart and pinched and rubbed her clit while thrusting first one, then two fingers into her pussy.
    She clamped him; her vaginal muscles fisted and resisted the shallow invasion of his digits. So hot, so narrow, so damned tight. Semen seeped from his cock. The skin on his scrotum burned. His balls pulled so high, so fast, dizzy waves of ecstasy erupted from his toes to his thighs and burst across his groin.
    No longer able to contain his scorching desire, Joe scooted so their heads were level, rolled onto his back, and straddled her over his cock. In perfect unison, he thrust upward and she