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I fumbled blindly with my pants, bringing them down while I stayed invisible beneath her and held her down against my face. Invisible like a tool meant only for her pleasure.

The greatest tool I had to offer hadn’t even made an appearance yet, and I knew it would dramatically change the dynamics of this legendary tryst.

My hard cock strained against my pants as I lowered them, and kept lowering them until my length sprang free, careened like a catapult, and slapped loudly against my belly.

Robin heard the sound, gasped, and I felt the curvature of her spine twist as she stared back to see what was going on.

Like an animal, she crawled off my face, forcing me to release my hold, and slid down my chest and belly until her warm, wet cunt smothered my hard cock.

I throbbed beneath her weight, groaning, and said, “Anything for you, my love. I think I’ve kept you waiting long enough.”

This had not been part of the plan. Then again, nothing had been planned, and that was the point. I had thought this wasn’t going to be possible—that I was going to be useless. Robin proved me wrong yet again, showing that she could bring out anything she desired from inside me.

I lifted Robin with one arm, easily, and guided my cock from the base with the other hand. I knew her body like I knew my own, and I didn’t need to see under her to know where I was going.

Then I smiled up at her, kissed the tender column of her neck, and bucked my hips.

My cock heated like it had been thrust into the sun, Robin’s core was so white-hot and molten. She howled in blissful glee as I surged inside her and stuffed her cunt with my girth, feeling her walls reflexively tighten around me.

A groan escaped my lips, and she sank further down, deeper onto my shaft. Deeper still, spreading her wider and further, forcing her to part her legs and squat over my waist to give herself room to work.

Then she rode me like a vision of the past, making me forget everything and everyone. She clapped her ass down against my thighs, knees staying bent and legs unmoving while she worked only her rear up and down on my lap.

Sliding, slamming, squeezing.

I cupped her ass cheeks in either hand—as much of her soft mounds as I could hold—and began guiding her, directing her down the length of me until she bottomed out and I had her impaled nearly to the hilt.

It was the furthest Robin had ever taken me, and she trembled on my cock and stayed there, soaking in the ecstasy and warmth for a long, drawn-out moan.

I hugged her, slid my back up the edge of the cot, and put myself in a rigid, sloping angle, extending my legs out.

Then I plowed hard, thrusting my hips up and sending my cock drilling deep, deep inside her. Her body bounced, but I controlled it, and I knew it was what she wanted. Her ceaseless whimpers and moans were proof of that, ripping out of her throat like they were being pulled from her lungs.

The sounds of my hips slamming into her plush ass sent soft thunderclaps through the tent, and her body rippled from my efforts. She wore me like a front-facing backpack.

I tucked my arms under hers, hands curving up along her shoulder blades, and roared as I gave my little hope everything I had to offer. I was thrusting so hard I worried I’d buck her off and she would fly away if I didn’t hold her tight.

She yelled, “Harder!” and “Faster!” and “Fuck—right there!”

I dipped and twisted to her every whim, doing exactly as she demanded, until she was writhing on my cock and losing herself to pure pleasure and ecstasy.

She couldn’t control her orgasms anymore than she could control the stars in the sky, and I marveled at the sight of her on top of me, breasts hopping and body sweating and coming.

I stuffed one of her hard nipples into my mouth while I fucked her senseless, and that was the move that sent her over the edge. She put her hands on top of my head, as if trying to find some balance she knew she’d never find, and then clamped down so hard on my cock I thought she would rip me in half.

“Fuck, Robin!” I bellowed, and my cock throbbed inside her tight warmth.

Pulsating heat flooded out of me as I lost myself and spurt ropes of cum, no longer able to hold onto my self-control, trying my damndest to breed her and fill her womb to the brim, and earning no dispute from her.

She trembled and exploded in the same instant, and we reached the crescendo together—hers lasting much, much longer than mine, for which I was envious of.

Only once a full minute passed did she stop shaking and writhing, and finally lifted herself off my still-hard cock.

I watched as her shaky legs quivered and my cum spilled out of her. She kept her hands on my shoulders to stay upright, and then staggered and flopped onto the bed, facedown.

I shimmied up next to her, breathing heavily, and traced lines down her back and nape, massaging the back of her skull through her hair to calm her and bring her out of the stupor of lust, and into one of dreams and sleep.

“G-God,” she stammered in a quivering voice, and twitched. “I’ve f-fucking missed that.”

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