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could come with all the ferocity she had hungered for. She clawed at her pussy, tracing feverish circles around her thrilled clit.
    "Fuck you, William!" Tears streamed down her cheeks. Cum jetted from her convulsing pussy as she writhed on the floor. "Fuck you."
    Katelyn collapsed against the cool tiles, muscles deep inside her continued to twitch with delight. Her swollen clit throbbed and burned, even as a cool draft from the refrigerator drifted over her. Euphoria danced with rage and anger inside the lump creeping into her throat. Past the beating of her own heart, she heard the winds fading as the storm finally blew past.
    Eventually she found the strength to stand. She picked up the hand and examined its state of decay. It probably wouldn't last another week .
    Katelyn wrapped the hand back inside its plastic shroud carefully and decided it would be best to keep it inside the freezer for the next time a craving plagued her.
    She poured herself a glass of merlot before she returned to bed for some much needed sleep. She left her cum drying on the floor. She knew the housekeepers would mop first thing in the morning.
     
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    William's grey beard tickled her stomach. His powerful hands pinned her hips against the mattress while his mouth glided down to feast on her pussy. Katelyn stared at the portrait on the wall. It could have been a Monet, an old wooden bridge arching over a lily pad-covered pond, but she wasn't sure.
    She imagined herself walking naked over the bridge, her bare feet caressing the weathered surface of each board. As she stepped closer to the other side, every lick from her husband's tongue sent waves of pleasure rippling through her body, inching her closer to the point of no return. She looked back at her husband just as he rose onto his knees and slapped his hard cock against her pussy. It hurt, but in the way she always liked. Her back arched off the bed when he slid every throbbing inch of himself deep inside her.
    She glanced at their reflection gyrating in the tall dressing mirror. If she stretched her neck at just the right angle, she could watch his balls slapping against her ass. She pulled her knees up to her chest and craned her head to soak in every detail of her penetration.
    William's pace quickened, every thrust pounded her harder than the last. She had fucked him long enough to know he would soon have his grand finale. Her heart sank; he felt wonderful inside of her, but she was still a long way from finding her own plateau. Katelyn stared back at the portrait of the bridge and reached down to massage the frustration blossoming in her clit.
    She imagined herself running toward the end of the bridge as fast as she could. Her hips thrashed against his and she rubbed herself furiously until her fingers grew numb. Inside her mind, she had almost reached the end of the bridge. Her perky breasts tightened beneath her firm nipples. Sweat burned its way through the corners of her eyes. A wave of pleasure finally surged inside her body.
    "Fuck, I'm going to come all over you baby."
    No, not yet ! Her brain scrambled. "Baby, please just a bit more." Five more seconds and she was certain she would join him.
    "I can't hold it any longer." He pulled out and spritzed her swea ty stomach with his thick load.
    She was certain the abrupt end to their intercourse would kill her orgasm, but William's thumb quickly found her pouty, swollen clit and caressed it with tiny, rapid circles. His other hand slipped two fingers inside her hot slit to massage her g-spot. When his pinky wiggled its way into her ass, ecstasy exploded through her as if William had kick-started his Harley.
    She reached out, clawing at the sheets and stared at the edge of the bridge. Each strategic touch from his hands sent joyful delirium coursing through every fluttering nerve fiber in her body.
    "Oh god, William! Yes. Yes. Yes!"
    Then her dream vanished. Her eyes popped open. Clammy sweat beaded between her breasts in the