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Elle studied him for a long second before she spoke again. Jack dodged her statement and sat on the sofa beside her. I looove pissing you off. It makes me, you know, want to fuck with you. Such a fucking tease. I like my women tied up. Plug up their asses. Pussy spread open for me to fuck it however I want it. She just whistled. How do they communicate? What about the safe word?

Do you give them a pad and they use their fingertips to Morse it to you? Please scratch my nose. Dying here. Hated what she did to him, how easily she got his attention. They rolled off her back. Nothing seemed to face her. Can I ask you something? Vanilla with a little kick from the coffee, just like her. Just when strictly necessary. Hell, breathing was enough. That he kept to himself. It was already bad enough that his dick was jumping up and down from excitement, trying to break through his jeans by the way it was pounding against the zipper.

She felt it too, he could tell. It was in the smugness in her eyes. And you so are not. Suddenly, Jack jack-knifed and crowding her, turned it off, gripping her waist when she tried to swirl around. Why you sit on my cock? Or kissing you all the time. She tried again to turn but he tightened the grip he had on her. Keep still. She snorted, her tone incredulous. You go for men who are used to wearing the pants, but then you try to tell them which pants to wear.

They cave in; you win and lose interest. You into quilts? He cupped her pussy, ripping a whimper out of her. Stuffing yourself with ice cream will give you sugar rush and ultimately put you out. Faster is not always better, Borg. Do you have files on female anatomy? He moved his hand up to her belly and then delved under her panties. Oh fuck, she was bare. Soft, smooth, bare pussy. He caressed her slit. Besides, the more distracted they were coming, the less inclined were to want to talk.

Or berate him for his lack of social skills. Sex was up his alley; the rest was just a jumbled mess that got him nowhere but into trouble. He circled her clit, spreading her juices. You were dripping wet all over me in bed, rubbing against me. Moaning in your sleep. So fucking ready to come. By the way, you are fucking sexy jacking off. Were you thinking of me? You need to learn to close the doors, pet. And come in silence. Creaming his hand. Sweet Jesus. So fucking tight. So brazen, so in-your-face, but it was a big, false facade.

She licked her dry lips. Her spine straightened, her whole body radiating offense. I fuck everything that moves, the bigger and the rougher the better and once a year, for Christmas, I get a vaginal reconstruction and start all over again. Fuck but she was funny.

Maybe you should move into fucking those.


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