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asked.  I nodded, swallowing, my mouth feeling dry and cottony.  I couldn’t think of a thing I wanted more, at the moment.  My entire world was him, and him alone.
    He nodded back at me, smiling slightly, and then grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it swiftly over my head.  Now, I was as naked as he was, but I felt a hundred times more vulnerable.  I was completely at his mercy, and we both knew it.  He kissed me again, starting with my forehead, then moving down, his lips brushing against my eye, and then my lips.  Each touch was like fire on my skin.  He was so hot, both in the physical and metaphorical sense.
    Then he began to move lower.  His tongue danced against my collarbone, and then his lips caressed my breast.  I tensed, my back arching when his tongue curled around my nipple.  He was so good.  It was like he knew exactly what to do to turn me on.  And what was more, he was teasing me.  He knew what I wanted, as I squirmed and writhed on the bed, willing him to go, lower, lower.
    But he continued to tease my breasts, sucking lightly at one, his hand massaging the other.  The rough pad of his thumb swirled over my other hardened nipple, and I bit back a squeal.  Then he used his teeth, clamping down on me, and I grabbed the sheets.  The pain was exquisite.
    He chuckled lowly, and finally moved downwards, the rough scratchiness of his chin scraping against my soft, tender belly.  I instinctively parted my legs for him, but he didn’t delve in yet.  Instead, he nuzzled what little pubic hair I hadn’t shaved off, and breathed deeply.  I knew he was taking in my womanly scent.
    Without any warning, he suddenly dived down between my legs.  His hands gripped my thighs firmly, taking handfuls of my supple ass as his tongue poked out of his mouth and parted the engorged folds of my pussy.  I was wet… I was so wet, and he lapped up my juices eagerly.  He moaned into my vulva now, and I joined him, bucking my hips up and back, towards his face.  I wanted more, I wanted so much more.  I wanted him to make me come with his tongue.
    He laughed, and his tongue dancing across my cunt as he teased me, judiciously avoiding my aching clit.  I whimpered and pressed backwards, urging him to bring me to climax.  I needed it, I needed him.  But instead, he went for my tight hole, exploring as far as he could.
    “Oh God… oh, sir…”  The feeling was very nearly too much for me.  I stood on that agonizing brink as he flicked his tongue in and out of me, over my folds, lightly and infuriatingly dancing over the hood of my clit.  “Please, sir,” I whimpered.  “Let me come.”
    Mr. Hendricks finally obliged me.  He pressed his tongue down against my clit and I very nearly exploded right then and there.  But I wanted this to last, and willed myself to stay at the edge of that precipice for as long as I could.  But he was unrelenting.  He pressed and slid his tongue down on my clit with no mercy, and soon my climax was realized, rolling through my body like a hurricane.  My arms and legs jerked violently, and I squeezed my eyes shut from the force of it.  I let out a long, low moan, my breath coming out in panting gasps.  That was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
    And Mr. Hendricks was now ready for the main course.  With my cunt still clenching tightly from that powerful orgasm, he began to climb on top of me again, his thighs butting up against my own, and his huge, throbbing cock was mere inches from my tight, pulsing entrance.  I knew what he wanted, and I knew he would take it.  And I wanted him to take it.  To take me, and my virginity.
    He leaned down to kiss me, and I tasted myself on him.  The sensation sent another thrill through my body, and another moan escaped my lips.  “You like that?” he said as he lowered his hips, his thick rod nearly touching me now.  I was so achingly empty.  I had to have that monster inside me, and now.
    “Yes, sir,” I breathed,