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and grip that soft thick rod of flesh that was his cock.
    He hissed when her fingers ran over the fully retracted foreskin and touched the sensitive head, noting that he was slick with his own natural lube.
    “Yes, Kitten,” he urged her, his cock jumping as she wrapped her fist around him. “Yes, little one, take what you need from me.”
    Shaking, she pulled him upright, moaning while she raised her ass high and positioned him at her opening, wigging when the heated, plum-shaped head of his cock kissed the swollen lips of her labia.
    “Chan,” she gasped, knowing that it was time. Her need, her hunger, her lust for Chan had overridden any anxiety or fears. She wanted to feel his thick length deep inside her. She needed to feel him within her, as close as any human being could get.
    “Easy, Kitten,” he soothed, his intense eyes showing that he was not trying to kill the edge of her passion, but to ensure that he did no harm to her. “Take me, Laney. Press down, my love.”
    “I… I….”
    “Fuck me!”
    That deep voice hissing those crude words….
    Laney’s head swam, and with slow-building wails pouring from her mouth, she pressed downwards.

    “Ungh!”
    The sound tore itself from Chan’s throat; his head snapped back, and his eyes slammed shut.
    His Laney was slithering down his cock, encasing him in a silken wet heat that stole his breath and his ability to think.
    His hands gripped her hips, pressed in against the soft give of her flesh beneath his hands, driving him mad with lust.
    He wanted to slam his hips up, to take her hard, to pound her, to fuck her into submission.
    But that is not what his Laney needed.
    Right now, when all of this sex stuff was new, he needed to allow her to set the pace, to face her own fears, and to be the one in charge of these new discoveries.
    He felt awed, unworthy, and so damn horny he couldn’t move.
    His Laney-kitten was on him, sliding down slowly, grinding and gasping, tearing at his chest with her nails, tightening those thick, rounded thighs around his waist, destroying his reason.
    It felt as if it took forever before the soft flesh of her ass rested against the tight skin of his sac.
    He was buried in his Laney balls deep, as far as he could go.
    He tried to force his eyes open; he had to check on his lover, but other than a short-lived, pained gasp, Laney smiled. But he had to be sure.
    He peeled open his black eyes and saw a sight that he would cherish deep within his heart for all his days.
    His Laney sat there on him, a wondrous expression on her face, her mouth parted, her breath tearing from her throat.
    Then she looked him dead in the eyes…and…she… she smiled
    “Laney,” he breathed, suddenly at a loss for words.
    “Ouch,” she deadpanned, and her grin grew wider.
    “Hurt?” He raised, his whole body trembling in an effort not to move. He knew that if he moved one inch, his control would snap and he would slam his hips upward.
    “Only,” she panted, “only…for...a moment.”
    “Not hurt?” he struggled to understand what she was saying, the instincts he fought to keep in check struggling to take over.            “Not...pain.”
    “No,” she moaned, shifting her weight a little, rocking forward and backwards, tearing his soul to pieces as she moved, seemed to have found it delightful, and moved again. “No. This...is good. Chan, this is good!”
    “Then fuck me!” he hissed, his hands wrapping around her waist, guiding her into the beginning movements of a really good rhythm. “Fuck me hard!
    She danced on him.

    Fire! Rivers of fire trailed over her body.
    Her nipples ached; her clitoris burned as it rubbed against the soft curls of his pubic hair. Her whole pussy…it hungrily clasped at the hard cock filling her.
    Chan was so hot, his body burning up, his hair a sexy, silken spread beneath them.
    Suddenly, Laney found out that sex was more than just the physical act.
    It was a wondrous combination of sight, and