thought girls liked purple."
She returned the playful smile. "For a sweater, sure. But, my God, a purple penis?"
"I think, honey, that when they come in colors it's supposed to make them seem more fun."
She blinked, feeling a bit thick. "Oh. I guess I . . . wasn't thinking of it as fun then."
"And now?" He raised his eyebrows.
She bit her lip, thinking. "Now, this is fun. Your cock is fun."
The expression in his eyes said he liked her answer. "Then you must think you can take it."
She bit her lip and met his gaze, raising slightly, the move elevating her breasts just enough that her nipples abraded his skin. As he sighed his
pleasure, she rose farther, sitting up, to realize her body had again magical y adjusted to him. He stil felt enormous in this position, but not so
overwhelming that she couldn't enjoy it.
"You're bigger than the toy, but you're right, I can take it," she assured him, her voice lower than she knew was possible. And then she began to move, to let her body guide her. "I can definitely take it."
She swiveled in smal but potent circles atop him as she pressed her palms to his chest. She peered unabashedly into his hypnotic eyes. Her clit
brushed against his body with each rotation, enough to lift her slowly higher, higher, toward the peak she sought.
"You're so hot, baby," he said, his voice dripping with a sensuality that seeped into her veins. His words fueled her, and so did his eyes. She supposed she'd grown accustomed to having them on her, even when she hadn't been able to see them, but now, she relished them even more.
Again, she found herself kneading her breasts while he watched.
"You look so good doing that."
"Do you want to kiss them?" she asked, her voice that of a sex nymph. She never said such things in bed—never, until this, until Braden. He'd clearly loosened something in her, and now that it was out, she wasn't sure it would ever go back in.
"Ah yeah, baby, bring me those pretty breasts."
Stil moving on him in hot little circles that rubbed her clit just the right way, she bent to lower one nipple into Braden's waiting mouth. "Oh . . ." she purred when he sucked hard, the pleasure seeming to multiply the gathering pressure in her pussy. "Oh, that's good. Don't stop."
He suckled so intensely it almost hurt, but more than that, it increased her pleasure, driving her toward climax. She moved on him more roughly, too,
clenched her teeth, felt the heat building, building. She shut her eyes and remembered the way he'd watched her, the shocking things sheet done to
thril them both, and that he was here now, truly here now, his huge cock thrusting up into her hungry, hungry body—and then she toppled, into the
sweetest, most lingering orgasm she'd had in a long while. Her body convulsed at the start, then she found the waves and rode them out, letting
them carry her until at last she col apsed, exhausted, back to his chest.
"Mmm, how was that?" he asked, his voice beaming with typical male pride.
She stil couldn't believe she was pressed up against him, flesh to bare, perfect, hard flesh. "Amazing," she breathed, stil limp and trying to recover.
And as she came back to herself, she realized how much she wanted to take him where she'd just been. He'd seen her climax over and over, yet
she'd never seem him in ecstasy, and it seemed high time to change that. "I want to make you come now," she told him, her voice raspy. She began to move on him again, just a little.
"That won't be difficult," he said on a low laugh.
"What can I do?" she asked breathily, sitting up to peer down on his gorgeous face. "How can I make you come?"
"Tel me you want it," he said, staring up at her. "Talk to me the way you did before, over the webcam. Talk dirty."
Laura bit her lip. Right about now was when she general y went sul en and morose on him. After her orgasm.
But—joyful y—having Braden here with her, inside her, changed everything. She'd never talked dirty in
She returned the playful smile. "For a sweater, sure. But, my God, a purple penis?"
"I think, honey, that when they come in colors it's supposed to make them seem more fun."
She blinked, feeling a bit thick. "Oh. I guess I . . . wasn't thinking of it as fun then."
"And now?" He raised his eyebrows.
She bit her lip, thinking. "Now, this is fun. Your cock is fun."
The expression in his eyes said he liked her answer. "Then you must think you can take it."
She bit her lip and met his gaze, raising slightly, the move elevating her breasts just enough that her nipples abraded his skin. As he sighed his
pleasure, she rose farther, sitting up, to realize her body had again magical y adjusted to him. He stil felt enormous in this position, but not so
overwhelming that she couldn't enjoy it.
"You're bigger than the toy, but you're right, I can take it," she assured him, her voice lower than she knew was possible. And then she began to move, to let her body guide her. "I can definitely take it."
She swiveled in smal but potent circles atop him as she pressed her palms to his chest. She peered unabashedly into his hypnotic eyes. Her clit
brushed against his body with each rotation, enough to lift her slowly higher, higher, toward the peak she sought.
"You're so hot, baby," he said, his voice dripping with a sensuality that seeped into her veins. His words fueled her, and so did his eyes. She supposed she'd grown accustomed to having them on her, even when she hadn't been able to see them, but now, she relished them even more.
Again, she found herself kneading her breasts while he watched.
"You look so good doing that."
"Do you want to kiss them?" she asked, her voice that of a sex nymph. She never said such things in bed—never, until this, until Braden. He'd clearly loosened something in her, and now that it was out, she wasn't sure it would ever go back in.
"Ah yeah, baby, bring me those pretty breasts."
Stil moving on him in hot little circles that rubbed her clit just the right way, she bent to lower one nipple into Braden's waiting mouth. "Oh . . ." she purred when he sucked hard, the pleasure seeming to multiply the gathering pressure in her pussy. "Oh, that's good. Don't stop."
He suckled so intensely it almost hurt, but more than that, it increased her pleasure, driving her toward climax. She moved on him more roughly, too,
clenched her teeth, felt the heat building, building. She shut her eyes and remembered the way he'd watched her, the shocking things sheet done to
thril them both, and that he was here now, truly here now, his huge cock thrusting up into her hungry, hungry body—and then she toppled, into the
sweetest, most lingering orgasm she'd had in a long while. Her body convulsed at the start, then she found the waves and rode them out, letting
them carry her until at last she col apsed, exhausted, back to his chest.
"Mmm, how was that?" he asked, his voice beaming with typical male pride.
She stil couldn't believe she was pressed up against him, flesh to bare, perfect, hard flesh. "Amazing," she breathed, stil limp and trying to recover.
And as she came back to herself, she realized how much she wanted to take him where she'd just been. He'd seen her climax over and over, yet
she'd never seem him in ecstasy, and it seemed high time to change that. "I want to make you come now," she told him, her voice raspy. She began to move on him again, just a little.
"That won't be difficult," he said on a low laugh.
"What can I do?" she asked breathily, sitting up to peer down on his gorgeous face. "How can I make you come?"
"Tel me you want it," he said, staring up at her. "Talk to me the way you did before, over the webcam. Talk dirty."
Laura bit her lip. Right about now was when she general y went sul en and morose on him. After her orgasm.
But—joyful y—having Braden here with her, inside her, changed everything. She'd never talked dirty in
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