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    Entropy

    Still you tease me, its head glistening in the candlelight.

    “So you want it?” You ask, pressing it gently into me but never allowing me more that the head.

    When I don’t – can’t answer, it is torn from me, my wetness left empty and without friend.

    “Tell me you want it!” you demand.

    I shake my head and try to form words as you slip the head of that toy once more between my lips.

    “I need it!” I pant, straining against the confines I’m in.

    “Good girl!” you reply, pushing the full length of the ***** into me.

    Almost immediately, explosions fill me, flashing behind my eyes. Slowly you move in me, and my breath catches in my throat. You pull off my blindfold and as our eyes meet again we move together, your full length slowly moving in and out of me, filling me totally before leaving me empty and hungry once more.

    I need you to ***** me hard and yet I teeter on the orgasmic precipice as we finally make soft, slow love.

    I know you will never hold this out and I beg; “***** me, *****!”

    It seems to push you over the edge; you pound my hot ***** hard, unrelenting, punishing my demand with excruciating pleasure.

    I feel you pulling my legs up, allowing your fake ***** deeper access and as you pound away, you throw me into orgasmic oblivion, not once but many, many times over.

    With my passion and ***** both spent and sore, you place a loving kiss gently on my lips before doing the same on my well fucked *****.

    As the desire burns and dances in your eyes, I grin…….

     

    Two can play at this game.

     

    Jane fought to catch her breath, her heart pounded in her ears as she read the words before her. She squirmed against the rising passion and increasing wetness between her legs. She’d had no idea Maura was so fiery, so passionate. Not that she’d spent much time thinking about Maura in a sexual sense, until recently.

    Her cell rang suddenly, making Jane jump and drop the journal. Reaching for the device, she grinned when she saw Maura’s name on the screen.

    “Hello?” her voice was a low purr, exuding sexuality and desire.

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