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like being balls deep in warm, wet pussy.
    I turn around, taking both of her hands as I walk backwards towards my bed. Once I feel the bed up against my legs, I sit. Aimee steps up to me and I wrap my arms around her. “Eres increíblemente sexi,” I exhale, squeezing her ass again.
    “What does that mean?” she whispers.
    “It means you’re incredibly sexy.”
    Aimee reaches down and pulls at the bottom of my shirt. I raise my arms in the air, letting her take it off of me. She runs her index finger down my arm. “Your body is amazing,” she says breathlessly, as she hungrily licks her lips.
    I grab her by her ass, pulling her onto the bed. “That’s enough talking,” I order as I press my lips firmly against hers and roll on top of her.
    Reaching down between us, I fumble with the button on her jeans. Straddling her, I sit up on my knees to undo her button with both hands as she reaches for my pants and unbuttons them at the same time. Quickly, I stand up to kick my sneakers off and get rid of my jeans and boxers. Then I kneel down to take off her sneakers and peel off her skin tight jeans. She sits up, taking her T-shirt off and unhooking her bra.
    “Oh, God yes, let me see your tits. I’ve been thinking about them all night,” my eyes are practically ravaging her body as I look at her.
    “Yeah, I noticed,” she laughs.
    She inches herself back onto the bed as I crawl on top of her and palm her breasts. “Christ, these are real aren’t they?”
    Aimee bursts out laughing. “Yes, they’re real.”
    “I’m sorry,” I laugh, “it’s just that, in the boxing world you see a lot of chicks with huge, fake tits.”
    “Yeah, well, they can be just as much of a curse as they can be a blessing. It gets kind of old when all men do is stare at your chest.”
    “Well, I’ll have you know, I noticed your beautiful green eyes before your tits,” my mouth works its way down her body until I find her nipple. I run my tongue around it, pursing my lips on it and feasting like a starving man. Arching her back, she lets out a soft moan. My hands explore her body, stopping when I reach her underwear. Two of my fingers find their way down the front of her panties and between her legs. I let out a growl, “Hmm, you’re wet.”
    “Don’t tease me, Saint,” she pleads, “I want you.”
    I sit back up on my knees. “Lift up,” I motion to her hips. She raises her hips off the bed and I ease her underwear off of her, letting them fall to the floor. I pull her legs up over my shoulders and spread her wide. My tongue gently runs down her inner thigh, and I feel her body tremble as I get closer to her center. I can smell her arousal, which makes my cock stand at attention. As I part her lips, I notice she’s completely shaven. I usually prefer a woman with a little hair, like a landing strip, so it feels like I’m fucking a woman and not a little girl; but this will work. Another moan escapes her lips as I turn my attention to her already swollen clit. She’s so ready for me, I can almost see it pulsating. I run my tongue over her slick folds and her body jolts as I apply more pressure. I reach up for her breasts; her fleshy buds are taut, and her body is responsive as I roll them with my fingertips.
    Aimee clenches my hair with her hands. “Keep going,” she gasps.
    I pull my face away from her pussy. “I’m not letting you come that quickly,” I run my stubbly cheeks in-between her creamy thighs, feeling her tense up every time my mouth goes near her engorged heat. Not only is she begging for it, but her body is, as well.
    I join her up on the bed. Lying on my side, my naked body pressing up against hers, I reach down between us and guide her hand down to my shaft. Slowly, she begins caressing me. “I wanna feel your mouth on my cock,” I breathe heavily into her ear.
    Aimee rolls onto her side, pushing me further onto the bed. Next, I feel her slowly moving down my body until her mouth meets my throbbing