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Bliss blasted through me as my muscles relaxed. His large hands clutched my arse, holding me up because my legs had turned to jelly.

When he entered with his finger, I came so hard I had to bite my lip to avoid crying out.

“Ooh…” he gasped. “Fuck you’re so wet.”

“I’ll be wetter if you show me your dick.”

He removed his jeans, then his briefs, and his dick sprung out all thick and veiny and almost purple red.

“I’d love a photo of you,” I said.

“What would you do with it?” His mouth curled at one end.

“I’d touch myself while looking at it.”

“Show me,” he said.

I sat in the opposite chair and spread my legs, getting off on how his hard dick twitched against his belly button.

“Go on, then. Touch yourself,” he said with a hoarse voice.

“Only if you play with your dick.”

There we were, me finger fucking, and him pulling at that big dick that I wanted so badly inside of me.

I went over and slowly lowered myself onto it. My eyes watered from the intense stretch. Pleasurable and painful. His slow groan sounded like he was in agony.

He sucked on my nipples while he held onto my bum, carefully guiding me up and down over his dick. Allowing my pussy to adjust and take him all in. I felt so full, like I might burst any minute. Nice though.

The friction from his thrusts sparked warm bursts of pleasure.

The faster he moved, the hotter I became, as uncontrollable spasms shot through me.

Our moist bodies squelched together as his groans merged with my moans.

He smelt of sweat, bath soap, and my pussy. I could taste my cum on his pillowy lips as our mouths crushed like our bodies.

“Oh, fuck, Manon.” He fondled my tits roughly as he pounded into me. I closed my eyes and saw an explosion of reds and oranges.

I came so hard I cried out his name.

I’d never orgasmed like that before, and it never seemed to stop.

He grunted loudly, and as his orgasm gushed deep inside of me, I surrendered to another moment of intense bliss.

After my breathing had evened, I untangled myself from his arms, smiling like a happy kitten. “Oh. My. God.”

His face had gone a healthy shade of red, and he smiled for the first time. “You’re not wrong. That was hot. You’re hot.”

I fell into his arms, and we cuddled, which was like that dollop of cream on an already-delicious pie.

IwaswalkingthroughHarrods when I bumped into Savanah, alone and minus her screechy girlfriends.

“Hey,” I said with a bright smile.

I’d spent the night with Drake, and nothing could bring me down. Not even my mother, who had been on my tail, ever since I’d stupidly told her I was about to inherit. I mean, she had a billionaire boyfriend. What did she need with my money?

“Oh.” Savanah’s greeting was normal for her. Like I was an interruption or something.

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