Erotic acts are instinctive; they fulfil a role in nature. The idea is familiar, but it is one that contains a paradox: there is nothing more natural than sexual desire; there is nothing less natural than the forms in which it is manifest and satisf...
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"Struggling there, buddy?" Avery chuckled playfully as she observed Omar's difficulty with opening a jar. "I'm starting to doubt your skills."
Omar shot her a deadpan look before replying, "I knock niggas out for a living." His words gagging Avery. "I've been knocking you out, too."
Setting the jar aside, Omar effortlessly scooped up Avery, causing her to burst into laughter as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Boy, bye," Avery giggled as she looked into Omar's eyes. "I have yet to be knocked out by you." Outside of their unwavering want for one another, she enjoyed their friendship and the constant banter they had.
"Avery stop playing with me, I'll make you tap the fuck out." Omar smiled sinisterly as he carried her from the kitchen into his living room.
"Even when I think it's too much, I've never backed down from the challenge." Avery smirked, her arms around Omar's neck as she rolled her hips against him, letting out a quiet moan she felt his hardening dick against her core.
Omar groaned in response, his grip tightening around her waist as he carried her towards the couch. "You like to play rough, huh?" he teased, his voice low and husky.
Avery's smirk widened as she nipped at his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine. "I can handle anything you throw at me," she whispered seductively, her fingers trailing down his chest.
Their playful banter quickly turned heated as they fell onto the couch, their hands roaming and lips locked in a passionate kiss.
"I'll fucking ruin you," Omar warned seductively as they parted lips, his hand gripping harshly on her backside. "I'll spread you open and fuck you until you can't remember the first letter of your name."
"Do it," Avery challenged keeping her eyes on his. "It's yours to ruin."
"Do you know what you're asking of me?" Omar asked as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin.
Avery's eyes sparkled with desire as she nodded, her hands running through his hair. "I want everything," she whispered, her voice filled with longing.
Omar's eyes darkened with lust as he captured her lips in another searing kiss, his hands moving with urgency to remove the polka dotted robe she wore. The air crackled with electricity as they gave in to their desires, the intensity of their passion consuming them both.
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