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vision. She was too focused on the feeling of John’s hands as he began to undress her.
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    He’d caught her scent as he’d stimulated her. His cock had grown stiff again as he’d detailed the shape of her outer sex and the fragrance of her pussy entered his nose. When he’d heedlessly jerked up his pants earlier, his cock had gotten caught beneath his boxer briefs. It grew hard next to his belly, poking out of the waistband. He’d stroked it with his free hand while he’d listened to Jennifer’s sexy, catchy sighs and low moans of arousal.
    When she’d ground against him as she came and her distilled scent had perfumed the air, he’d become single-minded in his need to taste her.
    She rose slightly off the ground, helping him to remove her shirt. He touched the skin of her bare shoulders and chest and grunted in satisfaction.
    “I was right. That did heat you up.” He paused to appreciate the feeling of her breasts encased in her bra. He ran his fingertip along the edge, feeling the swell of her warm flesh.
    “Silk,” he said.
    “It’s just cotton,” she mumbled.
    “I meant your skin.”
    He could hear her soft panting as he removed her bra. He cradled her breasts in his hands. She was large for her size, filling his palms with flesh to spare. Feeling her breasts pressed against him earlier had made him wonder if she’d had implants, but as he caressed her and finessed the nipples, he knew Jennifer was 100 percent real. There was no way manufactured flesh could be this firm; not a chance fake breasts could possess such sensitive, responsive nipples.
    She whimpered softly.
    As if she’d beckoned him, he leaned down over her and slid a nipple into his mouth. He squeezed the firm, soft flesh in his hand while he lashed at a beading nipple with his tongue. They moaned in unison. His cock batted against his belly.
    She tasted like heaven.
    She dug her fingers through his hair, making him shiver by scraping her nails against his scalp. He savored one nipple for a while—laving and sucking—before he transferred to the other. His arousal grew so great as he absorbed her taste and stimulated her nipples into hard, pointed crests that he grew desperate. He bit at her very gently, testing her reaction.
    Jennifer responded by jerking her pelvis. “Oh, Christ. Do that again.”
    He didn’t immediately comply, instead scraping his teeth very lightly against the stiff peak. He felt the tension leap into her muscles. He gently bit at the exquisitely sensitive flesh again, and then quickly attenuated his actions with a soothing tongue. She cried out in sharp pleasure.
    Jesus . She was so responsive, he could probably make her come from nipple stimulation alone.
    He’d have to find out later, he thought dazedly. He was too desperate for her at that moment, too wild to drown in her essence. Her abdominal muscles leapt with excitement when he pressed his mouth to her belly.
    He rose over her and began to unfasten her jeans. She moaned feverishly when his fingers reached the last button on her fly. He felt the slight moisture penetrating the fabric. He pulled up on the waistband, giving her clit one last tug of stimulation. She gasped. He smiled as he removed her jeans. Before he removed her panties, he opened his hand along the panel. It was warm, and wet with her juices.
    Holy Mother of Miracles. What had he done to deserve this?
    It took him two seconds flat to slide her panties off her legs and set them at the edge of his coat. He put his hands behind her knees and bent them, spreading her thighs wide in the process. He knelt between her legs, anticipation cutting at him from the inside out. Her fragrance entered his nose, smelling like sex distilled. He parted her labia and heard her move restlessly on his coat.
    He inserted the tip of his tongue between creamy lips. She made a soughing sound and trembled delicately. She put her hands on his head, her fingers furrowing through his hair.
    Her taste fully