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suddenly decided to roll over
and bring her with him. His fingertips made depressions in the gel
that clung to her skin as he ran his hands down her stomach and
then around to her ass. He squeezed her wet cheeks, gripped her
hips, and began to sway her.
    At first he was in control, moving her hips
to rock her back and forth, but then he released her to take
fistfuls of gel and smear it on her body. His fingers, one by one,
passed over her nipples. Her quivering shook her, making his cock
grind deep inside of her. The sticky juice left streaks on her
skin. And because he clearly loved the lubricant thick, he took
more and as if she were a sculpture and the liquid was paint, he
drew lines on her body.
    The gel dripped down her body, and pooled at
their groins. Camille rolled her hips and listened to the wet sound
of their sex. Their silky skin swashed, and with each swing back
Bruce’s cock slickened anew with more milky, orange cream that
glowed in the dark. His thick shaft spread her wide, driving into
her depth again and again. His length tapped against her back wall.
While his dick pumped more citrus scented lube inside her.
    The room was filling with the juice. He no
longer reclined in an inch of wet, sticky goo, but several. When he
could no longer lie back, he sat, wrapped his arms around her
waist, and began to blow on the gel dripping from her neck. He sent
a cool breeze past her nipples until they were sensitive. Then each
brush against his chest as she rode him made her moan.
    “I love this, Bruce.”
    He nibbled along her throat, biting down
each time she rocked into the tip of his cock. His fingers dug into
her back with each swing. He pulled her onto his lap, making
himself penetrate deeper. Camille gripped his slick shoulders, and
leaned into him. His lips were hot and teased every inch of her
body he could reach. She loved his attentive kiss while she stroked
his length with her soaked core.
    Usually Camille wasn’t visual during sex,
but while seeing their reflection in the glass, the sight of their
bodies working as one and him guiding her rocking, thrilled her
beyond belief. They were a vision, glowing like the sun. Even their
sex was sizzling; they radiated heat from their working bodies. His
physique looked flawless and perfectly sculpted. She wanted to eat
every inch of him, and because he tasted of orange she began to
bite.
    She swung her hips back and forth, and clung
onto him tightly while his girth soothed her aching. She rode him
with abandoned self-indulgence, tasting his glowing skin while
aroused by the wetness of the pool they were fucking in. He
squeezed her waist and then pressed her hips down, pinning his head
against her cervix. He made her grind his cock, and in unison they
both groaned loudly.
    He forsake his need to kiss her flavored
skin and watched her move over him. For Camille, their closeness
was both divine and euphoric. She loved his eyes on her and his
full attention given to her. Their sex was both sweet and romantic.
But watching her rise and fall on his lap stirred something inside
Bruce. He ran his hand up her back, swept sticky hair over her
shoulder and said, “You’re mine, Camille. I want to take you as if
you’re mine, as if your desires, restraints, and pleasure are mine
to unleash.” He kissed her hard, and even leaned into her until she
had no choice but to arch backward. With his lips, he influenced
her to slide down his slick legs. They stood without breaking their
kiss. He refused to release her. He blindly walked her toward a
glass, and when she was pressed into the low wall, he took one last
step to restrain her body with his.
    He held her to her spot, and gripped the
wall which stopped inches above her shoulders. “Wrap your leg
around me, Camille.” She bit her bottom lip as she grinned. She
loved his determination to have her. And when she didn’t
immediately do as he asked he demanded again. “Wrap your leg around
me.” She ran her foot up and down