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Murphy does Mac

Chapter 1

"Wha' t'fuck did we jus' watch?"

You tried not to laugh at Murphy's reaction to your film choice.

"I thought you'd like it. Thought it'd be your kinda thing. Besides"

You move in closer to him. Running one hand up and down his thigh with the other going into his hair. You lick and nip at his earlobe, knowing what it does to him.

"I kinda think you look like the guy in it"

He turns his head slightly, trying to look at you "Oh ye do, do ye?"

You nod against him. "Yeah. Get you a set of overalls and"

You growled in his ear as your hand moves higher up his thigh towards the ever tightening crotch of

his faded and worn jeans. You continue littering his neck with kisses as your hand begins to fumble

with the fastenings of his jeans. His hand stroking your back as he desperately tries to twist round to kiss you. Small whimpers escaping his mouth as you finally get your hands on the prize.

"You like it when I take charge don't you?"

"Yes" his response strangled as you gripped him. "Oh Jesus Christ yes"

"Lords name" you breathed as you move to stand over him, he looks confused at the sudden movement. You grab his jeans by the waistband and start to tug them from him. He helps by lifting

his hips, moving forward slightly on the couch. You smirk watching as he instinctively tugs on his

hard cock. You lick your lips at the sight. There is something so erotic and dirty about your man

playing with himself while watching you. You feel your underwear become heavy as your juices start

to seep through the thin lace. You keep your eyes locked on his as you slip the garments down your

legs and step out of them. You gently move his hand away. "Allow me." but instead of continuing where he left off. You sink down onto him, until he's balls deep inside you. You give out a lengthy moan at the feeling and begin rocking your hips. His fingers digging into the soft flesh on your thighs, as he holds you down. His breathing heavy as you fall into the rhythm you had both perfected over the years. He looks up at your perfect body moving above him. Your eyes closed, head tipped back, hands on your breasts, lost in the feeling. He feels his balls tighten at the pure sight of you. He moves a hand so his thumb can play and tease your throbbing nub.

"So fuckin' beautiful" His breathing becoming ragged as he watches and listens to your body respond

to his touch.

"Cum fer me lass. Cum 'ard"

You didn't need to be asked twice