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A muffled grunt came from the couch cushions.

I planned on fucking her a lot, but I wasn’t going to get caught up in lexical semantics.

I slowly pulled the entire length of my cock from inside of her, enjoying watching it slide free of her tight cunt. As the tip cleared her pussy lips, she let out a sigh.

My glistening cock danced between her ass cheeks.

I grinned and gave a slight nod, reassuring myself I was ready for action. After sliding my thumb along her ass crack and pressing it deep into her wet twat, I grabbed my juice-covered shaft in my other hand.

After a few deep pumps of my thumb into her pussy, I pulled it out and slowly pushed it inside her tight ass.

Her body heaved up and down as she took a breath and then exhaled.

I guided my cock between her legs, and upon entering her warmth, shoved it balls deep.

She moaned in pleasure, and then grunted when it bottomed out, but not one time did she bitch or complain. After twenty solid minutes of a consecutive thumb and pussy fucking, and I was so fucking excited about her tight little twat that I was on the verge of blowing my nut.

But, I needed her tight little pussy first.

I pulled my thumb from her ass, grabbed her hips firmly in my hands, and continued my balls-deep assault of her glorious little cunt.

The sound of my hips slapping against her tight ass wasn’t enough to drown out her moans of pleasure. Hearing her express the satisfaction I provided was music to my ears.

My balls tightened, warning me of their need to release.

I pushed her forward, pulled my cock from inside of her, and lifted my right foot from the couch.

I clenched my cock in my fist. “On your knees.”

She dropped to her knees in front of me and opened her mouth.

I stroked my cock a few times and arched my back. I didn’t need to see what was happening, I’d watched myself come on the faces of countless club whores and groupies. As I fisted my cock like an 80’s porn star, I felt my balls pulse repeatedly, draining me of my sacred juice.

After groaning out a satisfying war cry, I looked down, eager to see my accomplishment.

Not a trace of cum was to be found.

Mystified, I stared at her with my mouth agape. If asked, I would have claimed I’d shot an award-winning load onto her mug.

She stood, almost falling in the process. I steadied her and then stared in amazement.

I gave her three points for the disappearing cum trick. Any girl that could eat that much cum was a trooper.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and stretched her neck from side to side. “Are you done?”

“Yep,” I said. “The show’s over.”

“Okay.” She motioned toward the door. “You can leave now.”

My eyes went wide. “Excuse me?”

“This is my house. You don’t do relationships, and we’re done fucking. So, there’s not much left for us to do.” She waved her hand back and forth like she was a mechanical mannequin at the entrance of a carnival. “Bye.”

I chuckled at her strength. I wouldn’t have guessed it. At least not initially.

“You’re kicking me out?”

“I’m kindly asking you to leave. You’re a great lay, for what it’s worth. I came really hard that time. Thank you. You’ve got a nice cock, by the way.”