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n his hands, shifting to rub it up
and down against my little-girl-soon-to-be-grownup slit. I feel his heat
against my own and watch the bulbous head glisten with my juices as I
feel the velvety glans brush my labia and clitoris. His other hand comes
forward and cups my face in a caress. I turn my head on impulse and kiss
his palm, tasting my own juices there. The hand slides lower and his
damp palm lightly brushes over my nipple. I writhe with the sensations:
his cock against my pussy and clit, his callused palm silk-soft against
my nipple. My hips are hunching toward him, hungry for the food with
which he tantalizes.
Without warning, his shifts his angle and I feel him wedging me
open. There is an immense pressure, building, forcing, burrowing,
driving, mining into me. It is implacable and almost terrifying. I
squeeze my eyes tightly shut, certain I will split open and --
-- it is inside me. Lodged no more than glans-deep, he is inside
me. I can feel his throbbing there, testing and challenging my capacity.
I open my eyes and look into his face. His eye
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