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he didn’t.   He held back.   Because he had to do her first.   No-way was it ending this quickly.
    He leaned
down and lifted her slightly.   He removed
her skirt and panties, rendering her naked too.  
    Then he
knelt down, placed her legs over his shoulders, and opened her wide.   He loved the look of her pink pussy.   Loved the smell of her.   He’d missed it.   They rarely went this long without his mouth,
his dick, all over it.   And he didn’t
linger long.   He placed his mouth between
those legs, into that pussy, and licked.  
    Gina felt a
surge of electricity slink through her when Dutch’s tongue first touched her
folds.   She rested on her hands, palm
down, behind her, and her head leaned back too.   It was as if she was giving herself completely to him, and he was poised
to take it.
    His big
hands slid underneath her butt and squeezed as he ate her.   All she could hear was his smacking sounds as
his mouth met her moistness and delivered a powerful blow to her cunt.   She hadn’t felt his tongue in days, now she
wanted him to devour her.  
    And he
did.   He pulled her so close that her ass
was nearly off of the bed’s edge, and his face buried itself like a wedge
between her legs.   It felt strangely
awesome to have the leader of the free world on his knees giving her this kind
of head, and she enjoyed every second of that awesomeness.   And when his finger entered her vagina to
compliment his tongue, and they slid in and out of her as if they were in
unison, she fell back onto the bed.   Her
back arched as the intensity built, as his fingers fucked her, as his tongue
fucked her.   Until it
was more than she could bear.  
    “Dutch, no,”
she let out, her breath now raspy and hoarse.  
    “Yes, Gina,”
Dutch said breathlessly.   His mouth and
fingers were now whipping into her, working her over as if she was the meal of
his life.
    “No, Dutch,
no!” she yelled again.   She arched
again.   “I can’t take it!”
    But she knew
she wanted to.   Desperately.   Because as soon as he stopped and looked up
at her, to make sure she truly wanted him to stop, she quickly changed her
tune.
    “No,” she
yelled.   “Don’t stop!”
    Dutch
smiled, although his lustful look shielded it.   And he was at it again.
    He moved his
free hand to his cock, and began jerking on it, as the feeling of Gina’s
wetness sliding around his tongue caused him to throb almost to the point of no
return.   He had to have it.   He had to have it NOW.
    He slid her
further up onto the bed, got on the bed with her, and opened her legs as wide
as they could go.   With his knees between
those legs, he pulled her closer, until her legs were across his thighs.   He then slid his dick into her folds with the
deftness of a man seeking refuge.     Both
of them let out a sigh of welcome when he entered her.   It felt like a tease, where the anticipation
was so great it couldn’t possibly live up to the hype.  
    Only it did
live up to it, they realized, as soon as Dutch moved in deeper.   It surpassed all expectations.
    “ Ah, Dutch ,” Gina cried and arched and
kept crying the further he dug in.   And
he dug in.   He was showing no mercy.   He kept digging in.   He laid down on her, digging in.   He lifted her ass, squeezing her, and digging
in.
    He gave her
the best he had to give, as his thick dick stroked inside of her with expert
strokes and then started sliding against her walls.   His dick came alive in her pussy.   His slide and strokes felt so intense and
sensual that she kept squeezing his massive biceps, attempting to ease that
wonderful intensity she really didn’t want eased, and then she started
screaming his name.   She screamed the
sounds of unbridled joy he loved to hear from her.   Because he knew, when Gina screamed, he was
pleasing her beyond measure.  
    He kept
pleasing her, long and hard, all of the disappointment of Helsinki and the
press criticisms and DC politics