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“I’m in no rush.” I saw Carter grit his teeth in frustration, but he was obedient, and he certainly didn’t complain as I kissed my way down his neck, across his toned shoulders, down his torso and all the way to his belt. I placed a quick kiss on the snake trying to poke out of his trousers, before unclipping and yanking off his belt, in one quick motion. “I’ve had a lot of practice,” I told him, as I quickly undid his zipper. Seconds later, his pants and boxers were lying beside my own clothing, now just a heap of fabric that we had no use for. It seemed strange that I had only met that man earlier that morning, and yet, upon seeing his erect cock before me, twitching as waves of lust made him ache, I felt like an indian addict after years of withdrawal, finally giving in to their dark desire. The craving was indescribable, and my mind cried out in lustful longing, wanting to receive everything this man could give me, every thrust, every inch and every drop. “Fuck,” I heard Carter whisper, as I took him into my mouth. I could tell he was impressed that I swallowed all of him so easily, but the growing pool of moisture dripping onto the floor below me made it perfectly clear why I was so eager. I pulled away to catch my breath, before kissing my way along the thick vein that ran all the way down his shaft. I amateur felt his powerful hands grip my cheeks, and guide me back to his head, before gently placing himself inside of me, once again. He loved the sensation as my lips ran up and down, and my tongue teased erotic his head. I loved knowing that this strong and very able bodied man was stark naked and moaning at my touch, that he Lesbian needed me to run my hands across his muscular body and take his member inside of me, for his own sake. I loved becoming his addiction. As if in line with my thoughts, I felt him gently remove me from his cock, before lifting me upwards. “I’ve never had a woman make me wait.” “Carter,” I told him, with unshakable certainty. “You’ve never met a woman like me.” He pulled me close and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He had no trouble carrying me, as he walked to the bedroom. My lips didn’t part from his, until he finally threw me down onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, but, just as his manhood came within inches of my waiting cunt, I held him back with a gentle push and a coy smile. “I’m in no rush.” “Shut up,” he said, with a smirk as devious as mine. “You no longer get to pretend that you don’t need me to fuck you.” I gasped twice, in quick succession. The first was from his boldness, and Carter’s ability to both read my heart and open my legs, as easily as a book. The second came when I finally felt him pressing his head against me. Though I was soaking wet, my pussy refused to open up to him, at first. I was filled with frustration, as my cunt failed to take his full length as easily as my mouth had, but each thrust brought him just a bit deeper and deeper, and then deeper still, until, finally, I felt the fullness that I had been craving, since the moment I laid eyes on him. “Fuck me, harder. Please,” I said, a slave to the sensation. “I need it.” Those were the last words I could muster, before blinding pleasure overwhelmed me. I wrapped my legs around him once again, as Carter pounded my tight pussy, and he only seemed to be gaining momentum, as we continued. “God, you’re so tight.” Finally, he slowed down for a moment. He was already on the verge of cumming, and I needed just a slight respite, or else I knew I would be sore the next day. However, it became clear that that was going to happen no matter what, as he picked up speed, yet again. My wetness drenched his manhood, as my first orgasm took hold, and my nails poked right through his sheets. 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