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It was that kind of fuck.
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It was that kind of fuck. The kind of fuck that makes you smile about it, bathed in its memory. That kind of smile that comes about when you suprise yourself. She was younger than me, more open and friendly. She had tried starting something years earlier in her careful way, but, at the time, had stopped herself when she heard I was with someone else. Years later, we met again on campus. This time, I let her know that unkali and I were cool. We flirted some, went out for drinks and dancing. She incorrecly assumed that I needed a few drinks before anything would happen and when she made a move like she was going to ask for another round, I got up for the dance floor. The club had three dance floors. A small corner by the entrance with a DJ spinning house. A main floor where the local Rage Against The Machine or Bob Marley cover bands would play. A smaller, floor were all the black would dance, grinding in near darkness. There, we rubbed up against each other. I breathed heavy in her ear as she spread her hands across my chest. "You're so fucking hot," she said as she took of my sweater. She flashed her mystevious smile and looked at me below her eyebrow piercing. Back at her place, we watched a few comedies, trying not to be loud such that we would wake her flatmate. All the while, we'd carress each other, slowly striping, hushing each other, laughing. Reaching my limit, I stripped her bare, exposing her breasts, wide hips, and her flowing pussy. Her skin was near ivory in the soft light of the TV, and I've no words for the level of wetness that hours of teasing had created. Hungrily, I ate her, and her urgent, loud moans still echo behind my ears. "Oh! Oh! Owh!" she'd cry, loudly and deeply as she squeezed at her nipples. She mounted me, seperating her fleshy thighs so I could be in her deeper. She rode me for a while, but her eagerness left her bucking patternless, grinding atop me for a time before laying low on me, bucking arhythmicly. Ultimately, I sat up, supporting her back as I laid her down. I crouched my body low over her, fucking into her. I began to bring my knees ever deeper under her thighs until her weight was largely supported by my groin and cock, her sholders against the wall and my arms under her back. Thrusting madly, I felt myself near the end. Seeing my face tighting, she said, "I want you to cum on my tits." I pulled out, ripping of the condom, and stroked myself over her as she touched my balls. Arching drops dripped from her hair down her sholder, tits, and stomach. Smearing it across her cheast, she laughed as I caught my breath. Of course, that night was years in the making and occured in spite of, not because of, me and my shyness. |
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