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(A modification to an earlier post-at my co-author's request)
"Are you ready, Maddy?"
Mark pressed his forehead against hers as he posed the question, though he was well aware of the answer.
Three weeks ago, he'd gently pleasured her with two fingers while he stroked himself just centimeters from her lips. The end result was Maddy taking his tip between her lips as they finished together.
From there, through discussion and pillow talk, they had reached their current state. After six months of dating, they'd built a level of comfort and trust that she'd shared this desire with him. She'd acknowledged that she was unsure-was this an endpoint? Or a gateway? He cared enough for her to take that leap, not knowing the answer for sure.
He laid astride her, his left hand cupping her cheek, his chest lightly grazing against her side. She was splayed nearly in the middle of her queen bed, which itself was a tight fit in her two-bedroom city apartment.
His cock was rigid and damp with her juices as it rested against her leg. Mark had spent the last several minutes plunging into her, grinding his hips against hers, all for the simple act of warming her up and making her feel comfortable. He'd held back his orgasm, pulling out before he reached the brink, knowing that he'd be unlikely to stop himself at that point.
In his right hand, he cupped the base of the eight-inch silicon didlo that he was about to press into Maddy's waiting slit. Gently, he ran the head along the length of her lips, wanting to give her some familiarity with the feel of it. His breathing was slow and measured as he gently parted her lips with it, waiting patiently for the response to his question.
"Are you ready, Maddy?"
Mark pressed his forehead against hers as he posed the question, though he was well aware of the answer.
Three weeks ago, he'd gently pleasured her with two fingers while he stroked himself just centimeters from her lips. The end result was Maddy taking his tip between her lips as they finished together.
From there, through discussion and pillow talk, they had reached their current state. After six months of dating, they'd built a level of comfort and trust that she'd shared this desire with him. She'd acknowledged that she was unsure-was this an endpoint? Or a gateway? He cared enough for her to take that leap, not knowing the answer for sure.
He laid astride her, his left hand cupping her cheek, his chest lightly grazing against her side. She was splayed nearly in the middle of her queen bed, which itself was a tight fit in her two-bedroom city apartment.
His cock was rigid and damp with her juices as it rested against her leg. Mark had spent the last several minutes plunging into her, grinding his hips against hers, all for the simple act of warming her up and making her feel comfortable. He'd held back his orgasm, pulling out before he reached the brink, knowing that he'd be unlikely to stop himself at that point.
In his right hand, he cupped the base of the eight-inch silicon didlo that he was about to press into Maddy's waiting slit. Gently, he ran the head along the length of her lips, wanting to give her some familiarity with the feel of it. His breathing was slow and measured as he gently parted her lips with it, waiting patiently for the response to his question.
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