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This was her chance to shine.

And so far, she was doing just that. If nothing else, I’d give her a point for the wink.

She forced my cock into the back of her throat, gagged until her eyes watered, and then pulled her mouth free. After giving the head of my dick a glare that would have scared most young children to tears, she licked a dangling droplet from the tip, and then attacked it like a wolf going after a dying sheep.

Her head bobbed like it was on a swivel. Drool ran down her chin and onto my nuts with each attempt at shoving it down her throat. I watched her until I was afraid I was going to blow a nut down her warm and willing throat, and then I pressed my hand against her forehead.

I couldn’t take it any longer. She was far too good at giving head, and I wasn’t about to have her feel like she’d outfucked me.

But it was pretty fucking obvious she could.

In fact, it was quite possible I’d found me a ringer.

“Time to switch it up.” I pulled my cock from her mouth. “Bend over the couch.”

She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “You didn’t like it?”

She sucked a cock like she’d invented the art. I wasn’t about to tell her, though. Mentally, I added another point for her eager attitude.

“It was alright,” I lied. I motioned toward the couch. “Bend over.”

Upon hearing my request, she bent over the front of the couch and hiked her ass high in the air.

Her little swollen puss was as pretty as any I’d ever seen. Glistening from her juices, and opened up like a Valentine’s Day rose, it was begging for me to enjoy it.

I guided the tip of my stiff dick toward her slit, parted her wet lips, and then pushed half my length inside of her in one heavy shove.

The air shot from her lungs like a ball from a civil war cannon.

Her pussy felt like heaven. I could easily get lost in fucking her, but I wasn’t about to allow myself to do so, or tell her how much I enjoyed it.

“Put your chest down flat on the couch,” I said in a demanding tone.

She gulped a breath and complied.

I gave a mental nod of appreciation, and then kicked my foot against the inside arch of her feet. “Spread em wide.”

Again, she complied.

With her legs spread wide, she stood there with a twat filled with cock and her chest plastered to the edge of the couch cushion.

I lifted my right leg, planted my heel against the back of the couch, and pushed forward with my hips. The maneuver extended my leg until it was almost straight, and in turn, shoved what little cock I had left deep inside her.

She let out a moan like she was being impaled.

In most respects, she was.

I gazed down between the cheeks of her little round ass. My cock was so deep in her that my balls were smashed into her wet folds.

Fucking her was different than what I’d become accustomed to. Even after telling her that I wouldn’t be willing to entertain a relationship with her, she had agreed to have sex. Most women who did the same thing were worried about one thing and one thing only.

Getting off.

She, on the other hand, had already experienced no less than half a dozen orgasms, and seemed to be more interested in getting me off than anything else.

“That’s every inch of dick I own,” I announced. I twisted my left foot back and forth in the carpet, made sure I was on stable ground, and then slid my thumb between her ass cheeks.

I cleared my throat. “You ready to fuck a little bit?”