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When I arched to him, he pulled back. Moved to my hips where he stroked each curve and dip, tracing the bones underneath.
Not wanting to give in just yet, I bit my lip, trying to tamper the inevitable mewling that always resulted from this kind of foreplay. But it was hard to keep my concentration with my head jerking slightly from shivers at each caress.
The little balls imbedded in his thick shaft pressed into my swollen pussy. Drawing out the sensations for both of us.
Because I could see from the sweat on his forehead and the overly-defined muscles in his arms, he was straining to maintain control.
Inside, chaos didn't even begin to describe the scene.
I whimpered all the way only to gasp when his fingers turned outward and briefly brushed the insides of my breasts. Beneath my back, I fisted my hands, willing myself to hang on.
My heart pounded from the adrenaline pumping through my body. I reached out to Chris who handed me the bottle I'd left on the counter by the sink.