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bikinis. It was tempting to roll my eyes at that, but hey, I was wearing less than the girls depicted, so there wasn’t much point in being indignant.
     
    He walked up to his mini-fridge and produced two beers, holding one out to me. “Cold one?”
     
    “Thank you,” I said, accepting it and unscrewing the top, hearing the hiss of carbonation escaping.
     
    He took a seat on his sofa, gesturing for me to join him. When I did, he picked up the remote. The TV initially turned on to Sports Center, before he opened his channel guide and switched to some Discovery Channel program showing bears in the wild.
     
    “There we go, family album!” he joked.
     
    “Oh, okay,” I grinned, getting into it with him. “So is that your auntie Bertha right there catching that salmon?”
     
    “I think it looks more like cousin Bertie, with that slack jawed grin.”
     
    “Oh, yeah. I wasn’t gonna say anything about it, but yeah.”
     
    “You think that’s bad, you should see grandpa Boris.”
     
    “You sure that’s not him on top of that rock right there?”
     
    “Oh yeah, it is. I didn’t recognize him without a his face in a whiskey bottle.”
     
    At that point we abandoned our little game and just fell down laughing. Or more accurately, I fell against him laughing while he laughed with me. And then suddenly, I was crawling into his lap. And his face was in my hands. And my lips were on his.
    I pulled back from him, looking embarrassed. “Sorry,” I blushed. “That just sort of happened. And I taste like beer, don’t I?”
     
    “I like beer,” he shrugged.
     
    I looked at him for a moment—and then I dove for his lips again. His hands gripped my hips, caressing my lower back and stroking the curve of my ass. I ground myself against his lap, running my moistening slit along the stiff shaft trapped between us. I squirmed about, mashing my breasts into his chest, humming softly into his mouth.
    Eventually, he kissed his way down to my neck, making me roll my head back. I held onto his back and pulled myself against him, moaning contentedly. I rubbed my tits against him, feeling my hard nipples scraping over the flesh of his pectorals. At least until he bent lower, making me arch my back so that I was almost bent over backwards, feeding my tits into his suckling mouth. His tongue danced in exquisite circles around my nipple, and his lips kissed and sucked at the crinkled flesh of my areola. My fingers clawed at the back of his head, digging into his hair.
     
    He turned me to the side and started slowly laying me down on my back onto the couch as he kissed lower down my body, moving down my belly, planting affectionate little kisses all over me. I started squirming more and more beneath him the lower he got, moving steadily closer to goal that lay below. I kept getting more anxious; the closer he got to my pussy, the less patient I became for him to get there.
    And just as he was only inches away, I suddenly arched my back up off the couch and groaned loudly as he plunged two fingers into my wet hole. And then, seconds later, his mouth was on me, right where I’d been waiting for him to put it. My back didn’t even come back down after he did that; I just remained frozen, with my head rolled back and grinding into it. My fingers scrabbled and clawed at the leather, desperate for something to hold onto.
     
    Within mere seconds he had me cumming like a machine, shooting my ass up off the couch along with the rest of my back, squeezing my eyes shut and screaming as my hand clutched at his head. Even as my pussy gripped his fingers like a vice, he continued finger fucking me and licking me, not letting up once. I rode out my orgasm with my butt bouncing up and down, until I finally came down from it and whole back fell down to the sofa and finally stayed there.
     
    And still he continued to pleasure me. My head rolled from side to side as delirium began to overwhelm me. The cabin around me became a blur, lost