Handling my Own Shit - 58

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Heer holds me closer as my mouth devours hers. We don't break the kiss as we enter the door with panting breaths and a flaming desire.

Fuck... this is what she does to me. She's the only one who could kindle these primal part of me and I don't think I could resist it.

Even when we reach inside, I don't want to let her go. My girl gets restless as she rubs herself against my hard cock which feels like if she does that another two or three times I'd come in my pants.

"Couch." She whispers into my mouth and I take her towards her old couch and drop her over it and soon, I follow not being able to resist her delicious lips anymore.

"Aman..." She says in between the wet kisses. The beige shirt she's wearing is glued to her body due to the rain and gives me a spectacular view of her hardened nipples.

"What do you want?" I ask as I lick the droplets off her throat that still keeps dripping and disappearing into her see through bra.

She mewls when I suck her nipples through the shirt.

"Do something." She pleads unable to bear the torture.

"Will you try to resist me again?" I ask her as I open her buttons in rapid succession.

She shakes her head unable to answer and I release a harsh breath when I see the view infront of me.

Her shirt half opened revealing a lacy black bra, which is a see through one by the way. Her breasts strains against it as her body shivers with goosebumps.

"These..." I take her bossoms into both my hands and squeeze them. She closes her eyes and turns away from me.

Oh, she doesn't want to accept the fact that I have this effect on her.

Good. I am going to show her how irresistible I can be.

I soon make the work of removing her bra and then I suckle her pointed nipples into my mouth while kneading the other one with my large palms.

She moans and bucks. The chilness of the air contrasts with my hot mouth and she gasps.

"Please!" Her breath grows shallow as I open her jean buttons.

"I missed you." I whisper and she watches me with half lidded gaze as I peel off her wet jeans off her body.

The sight infront of me, is something I want to keep and picture in my mind forever.

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