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She unbuttons my shirt impatiently, her oblivious knuckles bumping along my chest. My shirttails act as surrogate hands sliding upwards as she yanks them out from the depths of my trousers.
My straining cock is agonizingly trapped between her warm palms exploring the newly bared skin of my abdomen and her thighs straddling my own. Lust drowns out all but our points of connection; my tongue along her breast, her fingertips at my ribs, her increasingly frenzied gyrations in my lap.
One sickening creak and loud snap later, the two of us find ourselves in a heap on the floor.
A/N: Bwahahaha! This was almost as much fun as tying the knot at Pizza Pete's...I couldn't WAIT for you all to get here!
NEXT!