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lightly kissed her
eyelids. She caressed his mustache, still wet from her pleasure.
    He nibbled on her ear. At last she
opened her eyes. His look of satisfaction warmed her. “Welcome to my place,”
she whispered.
    His smile was brilliant. “I should
be ready for that house tour in about an hour or so.”
    She chuckled and cradled his head to
her still-clad breasts.
    “Next time, I’m going to want to see
these. You have very responsive nipples.”
    “I’m sure they’ll be happy to meet
you up close and personal.”
     
    - o -
     
    Two hours later, Jared watched Kitty
bounce up and down on her bed, taking his cock deeper into her tight pussy with
each thrust. He grabbed her nipples and pulled on them.
    She ran her tongue across her upper
lip. “You do seem to enjoy my tits,” she said, smiling deliciously. She slowed
her pace.
    He leaned back to watch her breasts
bounce up and down and from side to side. “They are as stunning as the rest of
you.”
    “And you like my belly ring,” she
said, running a finger over the turquoise figure in her navel.
    He nodded and tucked his hands
behind his head. “I said I did.” He grinned when she gave him a puzzled look. “He’s
all yours, lady. Do whatever you will with him. I’m sure you will anyway.”
    “Is that a complaint?” She came to a
halt and squeezed her inner muscles around his shaft.
    “Not hardly,” he said, trying not to
moan. He wanted her to know this was her show. They’d worked in concert in the
entryway, then he’d been so bothered by her ass leading him up the sweeping
stairway to the second floor he’d had to taste her again. If the stairs were
uncomfortable for her, she hadn’t complained. He’d slid up her body once he had
his fill, and she’d licked her juices, still dribbling from his chin. And then
she’d pushed him off her and continued conducting the house tour.
    They hadn’t gotten any farther than
her bedroom, where she’d finished undressing him and he finally met her
scrumptious breasts. So this was definitely her call.
    “Am I wearing you out, old man?”
    He gave her a crooked smile. “Doubt
you could. Figured this was your turn. We might, though, kill each other off
before either one of us cries uncle.”
    She beamed a broad smile at him. “You
might be right about that.”
    He scowled when she rose above him
and his cock fell from her warm sanctuary. “What the…”
    She smirked but remained kneeling
between his thighs. He watched her dip down to kiss the tip of his cock. He
could handle that.
    She straightened and sat back on her
heels. She gave him a triumphant look. She had his full attention.
    Then she encircled his cock with
both hands and began to pump him slowly.
    He swallowed. What the hell?
    “I like to watch a guy spurt,” she
said by way of explanation. “With him watching. With him doing nothing but
watching,” she added, pushing an elbow against his thigh, which had begun to
thrust with her.
    “You love power, don’t you,” he
grunted through clenched teeth as she continued slowly bringing him to the
edge.
    “Don’t you?” She pouted. “Watching a
man ejaculate is very powerful, I believe, for both partners. I won’t get as
much as you gave me downstairs—that would’ve been something to watch.” She
stuck her tongue out. “I really did enjoy that.”
    “Good,” he gasped. “I’m sorry I won’t
have as much for you this time around.”
    “I know how to get the maximum
amount out of a guy.”
    He watched her wet an index finger. He
grinned when she squeezed his balls lightly and traced the ridge between his
balls and his anus. He didn’t try to keep his eyes from widening when she found
his anus and entered.
    She paused. “Do you like a woman’s
finger in your ass?”
    “Yes.”
    “That’s nice,” she breathed, easing
her finger farther as his outer ring opened under her insistence. “There’s your
prostate gland,” she announced with pride, as if he might not have known