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“I bet it’s been a long time for you,” I say, walking toward her. “I bet you need kisses. I bet you need your nipples sucked. I bet that sweet pussy of yours is just aching to be filled up.”
Saying all those things I want is making me desperate to do them, but apparently I’m not the only one. Flora doesn’t move. She stands there bemused, enthralled, as I take her in my arms and press my eager cock against the cradle of her hips, and only then does she make a sound. It’s a sound of capitulation. Surrender. Desire.
And then her arms go around my waist, and I can feel how much she wants those things, too.
So I start at the beginning.
I kiss her mouth, teasing and licking, nipping and caressing, until she puts one hand behind my head and holds me still for a real, deep, long kiss. We kiss and kiss, all my hunger and longing for her coming out through my mouth and coiling up inside my pants.
Finally I need to move on, and I trail kisses down her neck to her collarbone. I unbutton her gown and lay it open to expose her beautiful tits, all round and full and each one crowned with a rosebud nipple, all tight with her desire for me. I caress one breast while I suckle at the other, feeling her sigh.
“You know this isn’t going to fix anything,” she pleads.
“You need to be satisfied,” I say, my voice dark and hoarse. “I can fix that, at least.” And then I suck one of her nipples and lightly finger the lonely one, until she moans.
I press her against the table, then lift her to sit on it while I pull her nightgown up to show me her sweet nakedness, her pussy pouting open for me and glossy with her juices. “Oh, yes. You need to be satisfied, Flora.”
She moans out loud and lets her legs fall farther apart. I kneel to pay homage to her beautiful womanly parts, all slick and pink and ready for me. Tongue licking her little button, fingers slipping inside her opening to find that one good spot…I don’t stop. I don’t stop until she writhes under me, crying out, her pussy rippling with orgasm.
“There,” I say when the rippling stops. I stand up and kiss her mouth, letting her taste herself. “Satisfied?”
“No,” she says, and reaches for me.
