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Underground eXperts United
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[ Hold On ] [ By William Hockney ]
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Hold On
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Her breath came in short, hot puffs on his whiskered cheek as he pinched her
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nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He could smell the smoke from the
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bar in her hair. It was stale and limp. She eased her head onto his shoulder
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and thrust her back into him. The heat from his sex rippled up her spine. It
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stood rigid and alert against the small of her back. She turned her head
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towards his, her mouth open, waiting for his tongue. He plunged it in. She
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could taste celery salt and gum as she clamped her mouth around it.
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He continued to circle her nipple and, with his free hand, trailed a
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line down her belly to her crotch. She spread her legs for him but he was
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patient, in control. He brushed his fingertips around the flesh of her inner
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thigh. Strands of rogue hair poked through her underwear. He ventured
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further, tantalizing her with his fingers. He could feel the dampness
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through the bleach-worn cotton. She groaned and arched her back, inviting
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him in. He pulled the elastic band of her shorts as she undulated her body
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out of them. She kicked them off with her ankle and they floated to the
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floor like a waterlogged snowflake.
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They laughed together as he spun her around roughly, shaking her
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shoulders playfully, her breasts held close to her body with taut skin. She
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ran her fingers through the sparse hair on his chest and pulled him close
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to her with a collected handful. He yelped before kissing her hard, their
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teeth chipping against one another. She reached down between his legs and
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held him fast, the heat of his skin cradled in her shifting grip. Pushing
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her hand away, he eased her onto her back and looked at her in the half-
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light. Her body stretched out before him. It was long and thin, her hips
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rounding with soft pads of flesh. He ran his hand up her side the same way
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a man might rub the polished surface of a car. Growing conscious of the
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attention, she pulled him down to her and rolled onto her side. He followed,
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their feet meshing together above the sheets.
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He started at her forehead, kissing her softly, slowly, on the
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eyebrows and eyes. His fingertips skirted her hips and crotch. He kissed
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her cheekbones, her lips individually, the slope of her neck and the bones
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that rounded out above her breasts. His hands roamed her body and face. He
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felt her balled calves. They were meaty and round. The hard bones of her
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ankle stuck out like flesh-covered mountains. Her kissed her breasts
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attentively, carefully. He kissed the skin beneath her breasts. It was salty
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from sweat.
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He eased her onto her back, still kissing her while doing so. Her
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hands went to his head, her fingers meeting through his hair. He continued
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further down her stomach and thrust his tongue through the ring in her
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navel. The metal was cool. He was careful not to pull on it too hard. He
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eased it away from her body with the tip of his tongue. She pulled his hair
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into tight balls. Tufts of black hair exploded through her clenched
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fingers.
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He slid his chin down her stomach and rested it there on the coarse
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hair of her crotch. He could smell her now. It was the musky smell of
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anticipation. He lowered his face into the black tangle and inhaled her
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deeply. Her legs opened slowly for him like a crypt. He darted and circled
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his tongue slowly inside her. He bit her gently. He sucked and pulled on
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her with his lips. Her body rose and fell with the tide until she could
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take no more. She was close now and she wanted to orgasm with him inside
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her. She clasped her hands underneath his armpits and drew him up to her.
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He fumbled briefly with the condom he had at the ready before setting it
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right. He too was ready.
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"I have to be on top," she said. "I can only cum when I'm no top."
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He flopped onto his back and she straddled him. She eased him into
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her with her hand and began to rock on him with her hips. His hands went to
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her breasts and he drew her down to him.
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"Fuck me," she cooed. "Fuck me."
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He could feel himself lose control. He tried with all his might to
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stop it but couldn't. His release was quiet and without ceremony. She sat
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up straight and felt him melt inside her. She began to grind her hips
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harder, hoping to rescue him from the abyss.
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"Hold on," she said. "I'm close."
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There was nothing for him to hold on to. His erection died like an
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apologetic sigh. She lifted herself off him.
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"It's okay, don't worry about it," she said, and rolled over and
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away from him.
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He got up to leave.
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"Where are you going?"
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"Bathroom."
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He stumbled to the washroom, his soft dick still encased in its
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ribbed tomb. The light in the bathroom was on to guide him. He stood over
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the toilet, his cock limp and lifeless in his hand like a dead fish. He
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peeled off the condom and dropped it into the water below. His dick was
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wet. He brought his fingers to his nose and smelled them. He could smell
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her. He could smell the latex. Together they reeked of defeat.
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He choked back the urge to urinate. Looking at his cock more
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closely, he could see a see a single black hair sticking out of the eye of
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his dick. It stuck out of him mockingly like a black tongue. He took a hold
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of the offending hair and tried to thrust it all the way in. He couldn't so
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he pulled it out as slowly as he possibly could. It wasn't painful but he
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could feel it. He could feel something.
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uXu #565 Underground eXperts United 2000 uXu #565
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Call KASTLEROCK -> +1-724-527-3749
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