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grasp her hips and hold her very still for a few moments until the crisis passed.  I decided to roll her over.  I would have better self-control on top.
    I pulled her down against my chest, and then, holding her firmly, I rolled her onto her back while we remained coupled.  I slid my arms under her and gently pressed her into the bed with my body.  She wrapped her arms and legs around me, drawing her knees back to spread herself fully open to me.  I pushed deep into her and probed her with slow, deep strokes.  She moved with me in perfect concert, as if we were inveterate lovers.
    I buried my face in her neck.  She smelled fresh and clean.  No perfume.  Just a hint of bath soap and shampoo.  Instinctively, I sucked gently on her ear lobe.  She hugged me.  I kissed her on the forehead and touched my nose to hers.  I knew that these women didn’t kiss their customers.  Even so, I tentatively touched my lips to hers, half expecting her to turn away, or at best, to give me a perfunctory dry-lipped peck.  Instead, she parted her lips and gave me her tongue.  My balls tightened and my penis throbbed.  We kissed slowly and deeply, my tongue mimicking the action of my penis.  It was all so natural, so satisfying, so stimulating.  I teetered on the brink of orgasm and finally had to disengage from her lips to avoid losing control.  Once again, I buried my face in her neck.  She breathed raggedly in my ear.
    I planted kisses down her throat and between her breasts.  I took a nipple between my lips and sucked.  She bucked up against me.  I slowly withdrew my cock from her pussy and planted more kisses down the center of her abdomen to the top of her pubic hair.  I skipped to her inner thighs, running my tongue up and down.  Each time I ran my tongue up toward her pussy, she gasped and tensed.
    I recalled the advice a friend had once given me, “Never fuck anything you wouldn’t eat.”  I pressed my tongue hard against her inner thigh and licked my way up to her pussy.  She shuddered and grabbed my head.  I thrust my tongue into her and then slowly worked it up to her clitoris.  She was fresh and clean.  I licked and nibbled at her until her wetness flowed and her legs began to shake.
    I rose to my knees and pushed her legs apart with my thighs.  I found her wetness with the tip of my penis and slid into her.  I pressed my body against hers and pushed deep into her.  I kissed her neck and whispered in her ear, “I want you to promise me something.”
    “Mmm?”
    “Promise me something.”
    “Promise what?”
    “Promise that you’ll use condoms with all your other customers.”
    She hugged me, and I could feel her nodding her head.  I kissed her cheek and began to move in her again.
    We continued for the better part of an hour.  Using slow, deep strokes, I brought myself to the verge of orgasm time and time again, each time intensifying the sense of urgency in my balls.  I knew that, when I finally released it, my orgasm would be huge.  But I was in no hurry.  And apparently, neither was Yong.  She met me stroke-for-stroke, pausing when I paused, allowing me to pull back from the brink.  When I kissed her, she received my tongue warmly, almost lovingly.
    We somehow worked our way around to the side of the bed, until her head hung back over the edge, her face illuminated by the lamp on the night stand.  I could see her features clearly in the soft red light.  She wore a peaceful expression, with her eyes lightly closed.  When I occasionally gave her a particularly deep thrust, she squeezed her eyelids and grunted with apparent pleasure.  If she was acting, she was very good.  So much better than the typical histrionic performances of most of these women. Oh baby.  Oh baby!  You’re so good!  You’re so big!  Oh yes.  Oh yes!  I’m coming! Oh baby…   I’d rather they just lie there than give me that phony crap.
    I withdrew my penis and sucked on her nipples.  Her skin