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I licked her until she spurted. Her sexy moans virtually massaged my dick.
While gazing into her half-closed eyes, I entered her in one deep, thrust.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” I groaned. Her tight muscles clawed at my cock, making me lose my mind, leaving me breathless.
No one felt like Ivy.
My dick loved her. My eyes loved her. My brain loved her.
Does that mean I love her?
I put that thought aside as hormones surged through me. She sat on top of me, gyrating, bouncing and teasing my dick. I buried my head in her tits, devouring her nipples as she moved over my dick as she would a slippery pole, only mine was flesh and blood. And oh boy, did I feel every bit of her warmth sucking and squeezing my dick to the point of no return.
I clutched her toned, curvy ass and pounded into her as my mouth feasted on her tits, nibbling at her spiky nipples.
“Oh,” she breathed, her eyes rolling back.
Her pussy muscles convulsed the harder I pumped. Then an almighty eruption forced its way through me. Molten heat flooded me, and I blew so hard, my brain sparkled like the night sky with endless shooting stars.
We held each other, and I kissed her cushiony warm lips. I’d never liked kissing as much as I liked kissing Ivy. As our lips touched, I fell into a sensuous, delicious dream.
I could have just stayed there and fallen asleep with Ivy in my arms, but remembering we were at a party where our absence would be noticed, I sat up.
We looked at each other and giggled, which was becoming a habit. For no reason other than because we amused each other. In a nice way.
A really nice way.
Ivy jumped off the bed and dressed.
Standing before the mirror, she adjusted her dress and combed down her long blond hair, while I lay back, admiring her.
“Why are you gawking?” she asked, staring at me through the mirror.
“You’re very gawkable.”
She giggled. “We should get back to the party. People might start to wonder where we got to.”
I rose from the bed and cuddled her. “You’re the only one. I hope you know that.”
“And Esme?” she asked.
“Esme?” I pulled a face. “Who are you kidding?”
“You haven’t even fucked?”
I shook my head. “No way. She’s like a baby sister. We grew up together.”
“She doesn’t act like a baby sister.”
“Esme’s not my type. Trust me.” I ran my hand over her tiny waist and up to her pert tits. “I don’t like big tits. Especially fake ones.”
“Are you serious?” She looked at me as though I’d admitted to having a taste for dog food.
“What?”
“All men like big tits.”
I laughed. “That’s clichéd bullshit. Men have all kinds of tastes. I’ve met guys who love flat-chested women.”
