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him. Her wet mouth on his cock was better than her tits. He could feel the stirrings of an orgasm beginning. Wanting to hurry up and get inside of her, he raised her head off his cock and pushed her back on the bed.
         It took a good bit of tugging to get the tight jeans down her ample hips, and all the while Cathy kept giggling. Yeah, the giggling was starting to get to him.
         After he threw her pink underwear and jeans to the floor, he drank in her creamy white skin and shaved crotch. He dipped his fingers between her legs and felt her wetness.
         “You’re ready for me, baby, aren’t you?”    
         Sitting up on her elbows, Cathy’s saucy green eyes confronted him. “You need to put on a condom. I got some in my purse.”
         The mood momentarily broken, he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, hold on. They’re in my wallet.”
         Grady climbed off the bed. He retrieved his wallet from his jeans and pulled out two foil packs of condoms.
         Cathy flipped over on her stomach and then raised her hips in the air. “Fuck me from behind. Hard and fast.”
         Grady ripped open a condom package, watching the girl’s round, white ass gyrate in front of him. After carefully slipping on the condom, Grady kneeled behind her and stroked her wet folds.
         “Get ready for me,” he murmured, and spread her open with his fingers.
         He grunted when he entered her with one hard push. Her wet flesh molded around him. Shit, she was tight. 
         Cathy moaned beneath him. “Come on, baby. Do it harder.”
         He pulled out of her and thrust into her even harder than before. This time Cathy’s body trembled.
         “Yeah, that’s it,” she squealed.
         Grady shook his head slightly, amused by the noises she was making. He pulled out and drove himself hard and fast into her once more. Cathy squealed again and Grady tried not to laugh.
         He had heard of squealers, but had never fucked one before. He had fucked screamers, moaners, and the kind that never said a word, but he had never heard sounds from a woman quite like this.
         As he began to ram into her with all of his might, Cathy’s squeals of pleasure soon reverberated throughout the bedroom. Grady was concerned the noise would travel up to the third floor and disturb his landlord. As her squealing grew louder, Grady entertained the notion of putting his hand over the woman’s mouth, but then decided to hell with it; he would just hurry up and get her out of his apartment.
         Slamming his hips into her, he rubbed his fingers along her clit to get her to come faster. The squeals were getting louder, so he figured she must be close. As he felt his climax speedily surging forward, Cathy suddenly cried out for him to stop.
         Confused, Grady backed out of her and watched as the girl rolled over on her back. “Now do missionary,” Cathy ordered.
         Slightly perturbed by her sudden change in positions, and with his balls beginning to ache, he quickly draped her legs around his waist and was about to enter her when she breathlessly said, “Tie my hands.”
         She placed her hands above her head, but instead of tying them, Grady just held her hands in place. “Pretend they’re tied,” he grumbled, and quickly thrust into her.
         Soon Cathy was squealing with abandon, making Grady more determined to get her out of his apartment as soon as he could.
         With one unexpected yelp, Cathy began bucking beneath him. Her outburst scared Grady to death. He was about to give up on coming at all when Cathy locked her legs around him.
         “Come on, keep going, make me come again,” she shouted at him.
         Wondering when this night was going to end, Grady kept pounding into her and Cathy’s squeals of passion returned.      With her second climax, Cathy screamed into his ear, almost bursting Grady’s eardrum.
         Fed up