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of my full lips, luxuriating in this new thing I had to offer. He curled an arm around the small of my back and tugged me deeper against him. Our bodies crushed, his hardness against all my plush fullness. His pecs were like flat stones against my tits and his cock barreled a stiff line against my thighs. I wanted him inside me so bad, but we had time. We had hours.
    I wrapped a hand around the back of his head, ruffling the buzzcut. I loved military guys and that was what the feel of his short brown bristle reminded me of. I held myself to him and pushed my tongue towards his.  He searched it a bit with his own and then sucked it in hungrily. Our spit ran together, the first of our juices to converge, and the crackle and spit of it in my ears felt like meat cooking over a hot stove.
    I found his cock with my other hand and began stroking through the jeans. Lucas's mouth fell loose, his hunger becoming a gasp of rapture. I kissed across his hard wide jaw line, and whispered in  his ear.
    "Take your shirt off, bro. Let's see what you’re packing.”
    The word sound dirty a moment, but then it was so fucking hot. He tore off his vest and flung it to the floor. His muscles cast shadows in the darkness, rippling among themselves. I palmed them, imagining all that strength going to work on me.
    "Your turn…sis.”
    His twang made it sound like a dare, and I smiled and reached for the hem of my t-shirt, but he was there faster. He kissed me as he pulled the shirt up and off. He tossed it on his vest. Our clothes were way ahead of us.
    He kissed me all along my face then pulled back. His eyes went blue moon as he took in my vast mounds of breast, locked in behind a satin white bra.
    "Oh this?” I asked. “Thought you didn't want to see me naked."
    “It’s all I’ve ever wanted."
    He sank almost reverently into the folds of my flesh. He nibbled at the exposed skin and sucked his way down, his sharp chin pushing down my bra as he went. I lay flat against the wood, sucking in air and shivering against the heat and wet of his mouth as it drew closer to my nipples. When it finally landed I groaned like a breaking tree. My body felt severed  from my breasts down, just a flood of agony and pleasure. He sucked hungrily and I hugged him deeper to my breast. I wonder if he thought milk would come out if he sucked hard enough. At the rate he was going, it damn well might.
    He reached back and let my bra loose with a quick flip. Yeah, he was no stranger to girls. Which meant he knew how to use that tool he was carrying around. I let him savor my other breast and nibble at a nipple even as he squeezed the other on in his coarse palms. His head was low enough for me to kiss the top, and breathe his scent. Away from all the grease and oil, he smelled  fresh and musky.
    He tried to go back into the other breast, but as hot as it was seeing how hard a life of repression could turn into lust, I needed more. I couldn't stop thinking about that hot thick cock just dripping for me. I pulled him off and gave him a sopping kiss, slowly turning so it was him on the wall.
    "What...are you doing?"
    “Thanking you properly. Remember?”
    He started to protest, but I unzipped his jeans and found his cock through his boxers. Even with the cloth around, it burned with heat. My hand felt positively tiny around it, and I felt thrilled and scared at once. Call it 80/20. I couldn't wait for this thing to punch a hole through me.
    I tugged down the rest of his defenses and his cock sprang out long and straight and so fucking hard. I grabbed it and started to roll it around, seriously interested the blue veins pulsing out of the pale skin. It always fascinated me with non-Hispanic boyfriends. My mouth salivated though, and the scent that wafted off it was thick and strong but totally Lucas. I took him in my mouth.
    Lucas cursed above me, his hands pounding the creaking wood. My mouth was just the right size to fit him all. I took him deep, licking along his