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Gawking at his wet silhouette the white towel hung loosely against his waist. You got a wide glimpse of his perfectly carved v-line.
"God himself must have sculpted this man," You thought while biting down on your plump lips. "See something you like," he asked staring at you through the mirror.
You shrugged your shoulders, "Definitely not impressed."
He raised his eyebrows Odell liked games especially when you were willing to play. In a swift motion, his towel fell to the floor as he turned to face you.
"How about now," he asked raising his eyebrows.
You were at a loss for words.
Face to face with his long thick tool you didn't know what to do. He was hard instantly as you both gazed at one another. Grabbing ahold of him he shivered underneath your touch as you attached it to your lips.
Swirling your tongue against the tip you teased better preparing him as you took him at once. Humming against him he grunted slowly tangling his hands within your hair.
You were a mess as tears clouded your vision he was killing your throat. Hearing him grunt and mumble sensual nothings turned you on.
His knees buckled as you felt his warmth escape into your mouth. You swallowed hard coming up you exchanged a sloppy wet kiss. He pushed you against the bed as you fell against the soft sheets.
He peeled away the floral fabric covering your heat. Your legs were flung over his shoulders as he lined himself with your entrance.
He entered in slowly as your mouth formed an "O" shape. "Fuck," he hissed. Penetrating you slowly he planted kisses against your calf slightly lifting your leg. "Use your words baby," he demanded as you cried his name.
