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A whimper comes out of her before she releases the fridge door. It closes in front of us without a sound. The only sound in here is our heavy breathing as she uses that hand to help direct mine toward her center.

Like I need a fucking guide. I can find, and work, a pussy with my eyes closed. I do it all the time.

I use my own free hand to pull hers away, pressing her palm to the metallic door.

There. Stay there.

After I let go, and she remains still, I reward her by nibbling her ear.

Her entire body shivers against mine.

So responsive.

I shouldn’t have had so much to drink last night. I don’t remember any of this. Not her eagerness. Not her…name. What is her fucking name?

Oh, well. Just like my eyesight, I don’t need that either to make her come multiple times.

Cupping her bare pussy, I circle my palm against her clit as I dip my middle finger between her walls. So fucking slick. Jesus, she’s ready to go.

My cock aching to replace my hand right now, I add my ring finger. Burying both fingers in her hot cunt, I don’t dare pull them out, just pump them inside her.

On a gasp, she arches her back away from me, tilting that ass even higher into my groin and making me groan.

I make out with her neck, slathering the delicate skin with my saliva.

As predicted, her pussy gets a whole lot wetter.

And I get a whole lot harder.

As soon as she comes, I swear to God I’m slamming my cock in her, marinating myself in her juices. I’m going to fuck this girl so good, neither of us will forget it for the rest of our lives.

I alternate massaging her tits, noting they’re smaller than they looked last night. Since she didn’t take her shirt off then either, I’m assuming it’s the bra making the difference. I can feel her pebbled nipples through the fabric, so the one she’s wearing now must not have very much padding, if any.

Unable to help myself, I thrust my hips forward. The girl matches my move with her own, then next thing I know, I’m dry humping the fuck out of her ass while I finger her.

On second thought, I don’t think I’m gonna last at all. I better not nut in my pants like a fucking virgin.

I could. Easy. I can already feel the precum leaking out, smearing my boxer briefs all up. I’m wearing light gray sweatpants, so it’ll be noticeable.

Goddamn it. This is about to be memorable all right.

I mash my hand to her pussy and lift like she’s my own personal puppet, rubbing her ass exactly where I need the friction to—

Shhhhhit.

Right as my cock erupts, her pussy clenches around my fingers, a pulse pounding around them like they’re in a rave.

At least she came, too. That makes me feel slightly better about the mess in my pants. What the fuck? I haven’t come in my pants since I was like thirteen.

She slumps against my chest as I lower her to the floor.

“Shit. I need—”

That same body goes rigid before she rips my hands off her.

Um. Kinda rude, but okay.

“You good?” I ask quietly since I’m still close to her ear.