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and she feels the glide of his teeth taking it, pulling it slightly away and then letting it snap back. “Oh, please,” Joanna moans. She hears the crackle of leather, then his gloves, falling to the floor. Warm fingers trace the upper line of her underwear, lifting it, then slowly, very slowly, inching it down, as if he were removing gauze from a wound. His warm breath plays in her pubic hair. Joanna presses her thighs together but he merely reaches between them, pulling the soaked cotton away until it falls at her feet.
    For a moment, he is silent, his face at her crotch. Joanna breathes hard, openmouthed. The heat in her cunt is maddening, tormenting. He blows, sending a sweet vibration through the hairs, then softly begins to lift them away with one finger, parting them over the crack, nudging them aside then lightly tracing the swollen lips. “Spread your legs,” the voice says harshly. Then, when she doesn’t move, “Do it, bitch, or I’ll do it for you.”
    Beneath the blindfold, Joanna is suddenly aware of her own tears. Gasping, she starts to inch her feet apart and his palms press her thighs impatiently. “Wider,” he hisses. She tries to comply but he doesn’t wait. Pushing her back against the wall, the hands spread her, stretching her cunt, opening her in front of his eyes. “Nice,” the voice comments. “Aren’t you nice. You’d like me to lick you, wouldn’t you?”
    â€œNo.” Joanna is sobbing, the blindfold drenched, her throat thick. “Please don’t do that.”
    But he has already begun, first with the tip of his tongue, flicking softly at the base of her cunt, around the hole. Then the tongue flattens, gently coating the slick inner lips. Joanna becomes conscious of her own hips, tilting slightly against him. He laughs softly, then his mouth opens wide, swallowing her whole. She hears her own cry, deep and foreign as he sucks her, moving his face back and forth. Joanna pushes, rocking herself, feeling the pressure build and build. She knows it is about to happen, finally, his strong mouth pulling it out of her. “Please,” she moans, and dimly, far away, a finger slowly enters her. Her muscles grab at it.
    Suddenly, the mouth releases her and blows warmly, making her throb. “You want to come in my face,” he comments quietly. The finger inside her is still. “But you can’t. I’m going to fuck you first. You’ll come when I’m ready.”
    He slips quickly out of her. Joanna hears the crackle of his zipper, the sound of denim folding, then the snap of elastic. He leans against her and reaches behind to lightly stroke her buttocks, touching the anus with curious fingers. Then, without warning, she is lifted from beneath, pressed back against the wall and finally, slowly, allowed to drop onto him. Now, for the first time, she is aware of his own sounds, a low moan at her ear. The cock seems to expand inside her, thickening and lengthening. She senses its curve. His hands clutch at her ass and he begins to move, rocking at first and then harder with long, beautiful thrusts. Joanna rubs against him, tightening her thighs at his hips, opening to each thrust. A mouth finds her breast, and sucks it, taking the nipple between teeth and licking it roughly. She starts to scream and he pounds still harder, quickening, then suddenly he is telling her now, come now, and she does, the love in his voice exploding through her cunt and thighs and breasts, shooting through her bloodstream like fire, and he fills her mouth with his tongue and bursts deep inside her, howling like something wild.

Chapter Seven
    â€œHush,” Robert croons, touching her face. Joanna cries freely, her sobs choked and loud. “Hush,” he says again. Softly, he eases her down and she moans as he slips out of her. He lifts away the blindfold and she stares blankly at the dim room, then he reaches up to unstrap her