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Lash felt that delicious itch returning to her, centering on her stiff clit. But even as it demanded quenching, Harry’s turgid prick was meeting it and forcing it into satisfaction. She swung her hips back and forth, measuring her pumps to meet him. It made Harry go wild, pistoning harder to keep up with the motion of Lash’s body, and she eagerly challenged him to match her pace.

Her engorged nipples burned against the muscles of her toned thighs. Her breath arrived in short gasps, her face flushing, her body scorched with sweat. She hurried her pace, hoping to get Harry off before she could no longer take the pleasure. Then, overjoyed, she felt his hot cum wash over her folds, seed gathering in her depths like a lake swelled by rainfall.

On his last thrust, Harry’s rutting cock seemed to break through her, into a churning orgasm that turned liquid deep in her cunt, mingling with Harry’s seed. They held each other tightly as their bodies shuddered and stilled together. When their orgasms left them, they took all their energy along. Harry and Lash slept with next to nothing parting them.

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“You’re the best I’ve ever had,” Harry said with a yawn the next morning, lovingly cupping one of Lash’s opulent breast and feeling how the taxed flesh nevertheless quickened with a dash of excitement.

“Oh, am I?” Lash asked with a smile.

“Absolutely.”

“But am I the best you ever will have?”

The morning found his prick hard and jutting like a pole from his sore, satisfied body. Lash looked at it lovingly—her tongue slid across her lips with a wet glimmer. She moved down, kissing along his hairy belly with light, little touches until her mouth was against his prick, truly savoring having it against her lips.

She smelled herself on his cock, tasted herself on his cock, and it aroused her to think she could mark him once more… leave him smelling of her every day, a light perfume of herself to proclaim her ownership.

“Touch it… suck it…” Harry urged, closing his eyes and willingly surrendering himself to whatever she wished of him.

Lash slid her lips down, kissing his thigh while grasping his magnificent cock as if she couldn’t take it tauntingly swaying before her, mocking her with how it longed to be inside her. Her soft hand closed all around its girth and slid up and down its hardened length.

Harry stirred, sighing lovingly, his legs stretching full out to the parted toes. Lash bent over his thick prick and put her lips to its purple head, the tip of her tongue poking into his glanshole for the first of his precum.

“Not enough!” Harry groaned tersely, temples crawling with sweat. “Suck it—please, Lash—get it in your mouth!”

Her mouth traveled down his pulsing shaft, licking the veiny underside as she went. More and more of his length disappeared into her sucking lips. With most of it held inside the wet heat of her mouth, Harry couldn’t contain himself any longer. He wanted all of it hilted inside her throat.

Lash felt his hands tense on the back of her head and the power gathering in the muscles of his hips. She relaxed the muscles of her throat, allowing her jaw to loll open, and when he thrust, Lash took Harry’s rampant erection all the way to the balls.

Her lips pressed into curly hair; her chin rested on her balls. She had done it. She’d taken all of him—his prick was fully surrounded by her soft gullet. And now that she’d assuaged his lust by gulping down all he had to offer, Lash projected relaxation into them both.

She moved her head up and down, slurping her way from the very hilt of his cock to the reddened tip. She went up and down, up and down, slow and easy, hollowing her cheeks and pursing her lips to let him get the fullest pleasure from fucking her mouth.

Harry closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the dictates of his body. His hips swayed unconsciously, slowly offering his prick up to her as she swallowed and pulled it back as she withdrew.

“It’s not enough, Lash… I want you too…” He ran his hand up behind her shoulder blades and through her disheveled mop of hair. “Come to me, let me taste you…”

Aroused, almost irate with how hot he made her just as she was taking control, Lash left him dripping with saliva to straddle his face, then quickly returned her mouth to bobbing over his swollen length.