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"I had joy sleeping with a guy a few weeks ago, but he seemed to be really into it—more than most guys would be. He persisted in talking about how great I felt, even after we were done and he stayed around to snuggle and make breakfast the next morning. I assumed that marked the end.
Last night, though, I received a call—not an SMS call—at about midnight. Still awake, this man sounded as though he was calling for assistance following an aircraft crash or another event. He said me all he could think about was how fantastic I had made him feel; without me, he was going crazy. Said he intended to be only a one-night stand, but he has to have me once more and may come over.
Of course, I answered yes! I opened the door, and at that second he flung himself across the threshold and grabbed me to kiss. Clutching me like it was the first meal he had seen in years, he seemed like a starved man. He even raised me off my feet, drew me into his arms, and shoved me up against my kitchen counter. This was how wives must have felt when their husbands came home from years of battle. From the strength of his touch, I was flushing; soon my legs parted and he was opening his pants.
Right on the kitchen counter, he screwed me. I was moaning loud enough to wake the dead and knocking crap off onto the floor left and right. His eyes never strayed from mine as he fuck into me. He grabbed my waist. It was quite unusual and fantastic; the only thing was his great sincerity all through. Not winking; only sincere emotion here.
My body stiffening and twitching as I approached his cock, I came on the counter. He picked me off the counter and carried me to the bedroom, dropping me on the bed. I squirmed out of mine as he seized the chance to remove all of his garments. He joined me in bed, and I don't believe he stopped till daybreak. He was everywhere, hugging, kissing, touching me. His fingers danced over my pussy, he sucked on my breasts, he ate me out. He had an appetite!
I had to call a timeout because I was so fatigued midway between the fourth and the fifth orgasm.
Though I could sense he was still a tightly wound spring, he gave me water and held me close to him as I relaxed. When we started once more, he screwed me with fresh vitality.
I had cum dripping out of every hole by the time the sun rose, and his handprint was securely set on my asscheek.
And he once more made me breakfast. To be honest, a decent breakfast and a terrific fuck are a great good bargain so he may visit and experience this pussy whenever he wants.
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