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roam. He played my body like an instrument. All the while he was stroking me, first my legs, then my abdomen, flat now, and then finally my breasts through the bra. Other parts of my body became alive with desire for Victor and my hands began to roam and explore his exquisite body, as well.
    He broke the kiss with these words: “I want to see your breasts now, Monica.”  And, he pulled both cups of my bra down. “Lovely, almost perfect!”  He said teasingly.  I gave him a puzzled look.  “I like bigger tits!”  His smile was mischievous as he dipped his head and began to pay each one of them exquisite attention.  While licking one, he was squeezing the other gently. He rubbed his palm on the already excited flesh and my nipples tightened and hardened even more.  Small fires of longing shot through me again, licks of pleasure, and then his teeth were on the other nipple, biting gently as his tongue titillated and toyed with the tip. I began to squirm beneath him. I had to touch him, too.  I scratched his back lightly by instinct alone and felt between us to find his cock  Like in the parking lot, he was granite hard and I could feel pulsating beneath the skin.  His dick was hot, as the blood rushing into it pumped through his engorged penis.  My fingers shifted to grasp him all the way around, the tips barely reaching, I stroked him.  Once, twice.  He groaned around my nipple.  His teeth released my nipple, and cool air from the ceiling fan made it pebble even harder if possible.  He scooted a little higher, took my hand, the one that held his dick, and then his massive cock plunged deep into me, penetrated me to my very core. As he sank into me, he groaned his pleasure quite audibly. He stilled for a moment allowing my body the time it needed to stretch to be able to accommodate his massiveness.  It was exquisite pleasure, and we fit so perfectly.  It was slow torture as he began to move.  In, then out, almost.  In again.  Slowly. He built the fire within me unhurriedly and deliberately, stoking the flames of our desire.  He began to move faster.  He kissed me crushing his lips onto mine, and plunged his tongue into my mouth as his dick charged again and again, deep, and full, so fulfilling.
    I felt the quaking within me begin to build again, and feeling it he slowed his tempo. “Not yet,” he grounded out in a guttural gasp.  “Wait for me!” he demanded.  He plunged again, picking up the speed, rubbing against my center, grinding into me, diving into me.  I was burning, slick, my wetness began to seep down my legs.  He screamed my name, I screamed his a fraction of a second later as I felt his seed spill into the condom.  He collapsed on top of me breathless and panting and his weight felt good to me to.
    When he tried to pull away a minute later, I begged, “Not yet!  It feels so good.  I want you inside me like this.  I can’t believe how good it feels.” I didn’t want to lose this connection, this oneness I felt with him still inside of me.  He complied for a little while. But then, slowly he withdrew and took the condom off. I felt empty.  He then twisted crosswise and sat up on the side of the sofa and retrieved a couple more condoms and smiled at me mischievously.
    He scooped me up onto his lap, and with one eyebrow raised inquired, “Bedroom?”
    Spent for now but happily so , I indicated over my shoulder with my chin.  He walked briskly to the room I indicated and he laid me down gently on my bed.  He got in next to me and turned me on to my side away from him, spooning me from behind.  “Now go to sleep, Mi Cara, because I am going to fuck you again in the middle of the night, and again in the morning.”  And, he did!

Victor was up early and had me again, as he promised.  He was an amazing lover and the bedroom gymnastics we had competed in last night had me exhausted and a little sore.  By seven, he asked if I could make him coffee, and if I would join him in