put them in my mouth. I put my head between her legs and separated her lips. I blew on her clit lightly before I put my mouth on it. She tasted so sweet, like it was bathed in pineapples. I inserted my two fingers back inside her and placed my other hand on her thigh so she wouldn’t go anywhere. I sucked and licked everything that was dripping out of her.
"Shit . . . Boo . . . Boan, I’m cum . . . cumming," Ciara moaned. Ciara began to shake and quiver. She tried to push me away, but it didn’t work. I kept going until I made her cum again. I looked up at her, and saw tears running down her face. I leaned up on top of her and pushed my dick on her clit.
"Wait, Boan," Ciara whimpered.
"Why?" I said. I kissed her and let her taste her juices.
"I’m sensitive," Ciara whispered. I rubbed my dick up and down her clit. I watched her facial expression. I was trying to take my time, but she was feeling too good. I put the head in and I realized how tight she was. Ciara must have not had sex since I left. I pushed deeper in, then stopped. She clawed at my back.
"Please, Boan, I need you," Ciara whispered in my neck, and that pushed me over the edge. I pushed all of me in her. Ciara's hands ran gently over my six-pack, and she clenched her pussy muscle on me. I felt chills run over my body. I began to thrust harder, inside of her. Her pussy was so wet that it was making noises that were music to my ears. Ciara took control and pushed me on my back. She tucked her legs under my thighs and leaned all the way back. Somehow, I was deeper inside her moist garden. I reached up and placed both of her full breasts in my hands. I couldn’t take it. I needed them in my mouth. I leaned up and grabbed her ass. I slid her up and down on my dick while I sucked on her nipples.
"Oh . . . my . . . GOD!" Ciara said. I felt her legs begin to shake, and knew she was cumming again. I began to fuck her harder, and she was giving it back to me. Ciara began to roll her hips and clench at the same time, and I felt my nut rising.
"Fuck," I said. I turned her on her stomach and penetrated her from the back. Ciara tossed her ass back to me, and I was fucking her full force. One of my hands was squeezing her ass while the other reached around and rubbed her clit.
"I’m . . . cumming, cum with . . . me," Ciara moaned. All I heard, smelled, and felt was her. My nut was at its end. She released her orgasm on me, and I pumped my seed into her until I was blinded by pleasure. We laid down, out of breath and laughing. She curled up beside me and began to drift off, but before she did, I heard her say it.
"I love you, Boan. Forever and always." I didn’t reply, because she was sleep. I eased out of her bed and began to put on my clothes. I looked at her.
"Always and forever, Ciara." I walked out.
Lo
All the time I was driving, I felt Culprit looking at me. I knew where he stayed; I didn’t need directions to my past. Culprit, whose real name was actually Clarence Andrew Jenkins Jr., was looking so fucking sexy tonight. He had on some gray jeans and a gray V-neck t-shirt with a white cardigan. His gray and white Jordan’s were fresh out of the box, and his snapback fit tightly, covering his hazel eyes. I looked in my rearview mirror and caught him licking his juicy lips. I just shook my head. His brown hair and beard were trimmed to perfection. Anyone who stared at Culprit's light caramel skin long enough could make out the freckles that kissed his nose and flecked his face right below his beautiful eyes. His 6’2 frame was made out of pure muscle, and I couldn’t help but think about that tribal tattoo on his side. Culprit was looking out the window, and I saw the tattoo on
"Shit . . . Boo . . . Boan, I’m cum . . . cumming," Ciara moaned. Ciara began to shake and quiver. She tried to push me away, but it didn’t work. I kept going until I made her cum again. I looked up at her, and saw tears running down her face. I leaned up on top of her and pushed my dick on her clit.
"Wait, Boan," Ciara whimpered.
"Why?" I said. I kissed her and let her taste her juices.
"I’m sensitive," Ciara whispered. I rubbed my dick up and down her clit. I watched her facial expression. I was trying to take my time, but she was feeling too good. I put the head in and I realized how tight she was. Ciara must have not had sex since I left. I pushed deeper in, then stopped. She clawed at my back.
"Please, Boan, I need you," Ciara whispered in my neck, and that pushed me over the edge. I pushed all of me in her. Ciara's hands ran gently over my six-pack, and she clenched her pussy muscle on me. I felt chills run over my body. I began to thrust harder, inside of her. Her pussy was so wet that it was making noises that were music to my ears. Ciara took control and pushed me on my back. She tucked her legs under my thighs and leaned all the way back. Somehow, I was deeper inside her moist garden. I reached up and placed both of her full breasts in my hands. I couldn’t take it. I needed them in my mouth. I leaned up and grabbed her ass. I slid her up and down on my dick while I sucked on her nipples.
"Oh . . . my . . . GOD!" Ciara said. I felt her legs begin to shake, and knew she was cumming again. I began to fuck her harder, and she was giving it back to me. Ciara began to roll her hips and clench at the same time, and I felt my nut rising.
"Fuck," I said. I turned her on her stomach and penetrated her from the back. Ciara tossed her ass back to me, and I was fucking her full force. One of my hands was squeezing her ass while the other reached around and rubbed her clit.
"I’m . . . cumming, cum with . . . me," Ciara moaned. All I heard, smelled, and felt was her. My nut was at its end. She released her orgasm on me, and I pumped my seed into her until I was blinded by pleasure. We laid down, out of breath and laughing. She curled up beside me and began to drift off, but before she did, I heard her say it.
"I love you, Boan. Forever and always." I didn’t reply, because she was sleep. I eased out of her bed and began to put on my clothes. I looked at her.
"Always and forever, Ciara." I walked out.
Lo
All the time I was driving, I felt Culprit looking at me. I knew where he stayed; I didn’t need directions to my past. Culprit, whose real name was actually Clarence Andrew Jenkins Jr., was looking so fucking sexy tonight. He had on some gray jeans and a gray V-neck t-shirt with a white cardigan. His gray and white Jordan’s were fresh out of the box, and his snapback fit tightly, covering his hazel eyes. I looked in my rearview mirror and caught him licking his juicy lips. I just shook my head. His brown hair and beard were trimmed to perfection. Anyone who stared at Culprit's light caramel skin long enough could make out the freckles that kissed his nose and flecked his face right below his beautiful eyes. His 6’2 frame was made out of pure muscle, and I couldn’t help but think about that tribal tattoo on his side. Culprit was looking out the window, and I saw the tattoo on
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