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Sin.

Yes, yes, yes . . .

“Oh God, Sin, don’t stop. Keep fucking me . . . mmm . . . yes, just like this.”

“I got you, baby,” he rasped out as he pounded into her, the force of his thrusts causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly, her nipples so hard and beaded that his mouth watered.

He leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into his hot mouth.

“Aah,” Dr. Dangerfield moaned. And then razor-sharp need splintered through her as he bit down into her turgid peak. Her orgasm swelled around the width of his dick.

“Oh, Sin,” she whispered, his name nearly a groan.

“Yeah, baby,” he murmured, grabbing her hips, “give me all that pussy.” His thrusts deepened, quickened. “Aah, fuck . . . nut all over this dick . . .”

“Uh, uh . . . come with me,” she cried out, her voice nearly pleading.

Sparring

tongues.

Sloshing juices.

Damp skin slapping.

Sin’s body sizzled inside her raw, creamy pussy. He wanted to stay right here, inside her wet, juicy heat, but he knew better.

He groaned.

Then reluctantly, begrudgingly, he pulled out of her body, and frantically grabbed hold of his wet dick and stroked himself, his body violently jerking as he shot his hot load all over the front of her, covering her clit and the seam of her pussy.

“Ah, ah, ah . . .” His body jerked one last time as more nut spurted out of him. Then he rubbed his sticky dick over her glistening sex, smearing his nut into her skin, before sliding back inside her body. He stayed that way, staring at her, peering into her soul until Dr. Dangerfield closed her eyes, shutting him out of that part of her.

Sin smiled. He’d already seen what he needed to see. Unfettered desire. He leaned in and kissed her until his dick went limp and wetly slipped out of her still quivering cunt.

Twenty-Nine

Dirty Talk . . .

It was the art of seducing a lover with arousing words.

Flirty.

Filthy.

Sexy.

Used to build sexual tension.

To keep him/her thinking about you, about the promise of what was to come.

To illicit toe-curling orgasms.

Sultry whispers.

Deep soulful tones.

It could be subtle. Indirect. Or brazenly direct.

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