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had the pleasure of dealing with.
    She paused to look up at Vander, and a clear line of his pre-cum hung from her lower lip. His neck was craned back, and his eyes were shut tightly. “Please,” he whispered in a lusty voice. “Please don’t stop.”
    She had no intention of stopping, but she needed a breath and a new strategy. The man was too well equipped for her small mouth. His hips jerked against her fingers, and she felt a massive, needy hand fist the back of her pony tail. He forced her mouth to his cock, and she opened for him, trying to relax her jaw fully.
    She swallowed the head and much more than what she was prepared for. The result was a gag, but she was determined to satisfy the big man. She adjusted her grip around the base of his shaft using two hands as his pelvis rotated into her open mouth. With each thrust she felt his grip tighten around her scalp to force her lips over his girth. She tasted the essence of manhood, the muskiness of his arousal that vigorously leaked to the back of her throat. He was panting like a dog now all hot and heavy. He stood over her, using her mouth the way he wanted, stretching her lips again and again.
    She knew the insides of her shorts were soaked. There was something very rustic and primal about a man taking what he wanted, and it caused her inner walls to run slick with desire.
    His fingertips dug into her skull as his long bands of clear juices hung from her chin. She held onto him through the gagging and tried to appease the beast that was invading her throat time and time again.
    “Shit! I’m coming,” he moaned, his muscles tensed and bunched. In that second his cock shuddered violently. Six distinct eruptions against her tongue sent copious amounts of hot seed spiraling against her throat. She tried pulling away, but he kept her head in place. Her fingers kneaded the sides of his shaft through the release, and her plump lips remained fastened to his purpled head.
    She swallowed all of him. Not by choice, but his musky flavor was much better than anticipated.
    He smiled wide and pulled her to his lap. Before she could protest the flat of his hand raked down the front of her shorts seeking out her pussy. Two fingers slid across her saturated folds. “You’re soaked,” he murmured. “That’s good.”
    “And why is that good?”
    “It means you enjoyed sucking my cock.”
    “I am not that wet,” she teased.
    “Oh, but you are, Skye.” The tip of his middle finger plunged between moist folds, and her body seemed to suck him in immediately. He sank deeper, clamping a callused finger pad directly over her G-spot, the heated palm pressing against her clit.
    Her ass wiggled against his crotch as he fingered her delicately. She moaned wildly, and he clamped a hand around her mouth to keep her whimpers muffled.
    She bit down on his fingers and writhed in his lap. He obviously ignored the pain as his other hand worked on her cunt. Faster and faster he stroked Skye, every sweep brushing over her G-spot. She wanted to scream out, but his hand was there keeping her quiet.
    He pulled her back over the top of him, and she arched her hips into his fingers. She was so close to coming now it physically hurt. A muffled grunt escaped her throat when a second finger dove into her. The added pressure against her silken walls shattered her resistance and sent her careening over the edge.
    “Time to come for me,” he whispered a hot breath against her ear. As if obeying his commands, her inner muscles choked the shit out of his two thick fingers. His palm pressed hard against her swollen clit at the same time sending jolts of energy down her spine. She bucked into the hand, riding out the sensation. He held her tightly until the pull and fluttering eased around his fingers.
    He slowly removed his two wonderful fingers, and she went limp against his solid body. “I wanted to feel your tight pussy for such a long time.” He raised his glistening fingers up to his nose. He