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at he'd
do.
"That's it!" he exploded, and he flung me back down and fell
on top of me. Instead of fighting, instead of screaming as he'd
expected, I flung my legs around his waist and ground up against
his erection. Growling, Decker started to kiss me, thought
better of it, and lowered his head to my breasts, simultaneously
wrapping a big hand in my hair in case I got the idea to bite
him. Feeling his mouth suck my nipple through the silk camisole
was so delicious I couldn't help but moan. With his free hand,
he awkwardly tugged my panties down, then drove a finger into me.
Then it was his turn to moan at the way I felt, at the cream that
filled my pussy for him.
He went a little nuts then, going just rough enough to make
me even hotter as he bit at my nipples, squeezed my ass and
thighs, plunged thick fingers into me.
It was incredibly frustrating, not being able to get my own
hands on that big, lushly virile body. Suddenly I couldn't wait
for the sunset--and not just so I could turn the tables on him.
Decker jerked up off me and began to strip. He didn't even
look at what he was doing; his eyes were on me, glittering and
black with his excitement. As I watched hungrily, his long cock
sprang free, bobbing as he dragged his tight jeans off his legs.
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