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Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and
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explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors.
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If you are a minor or offended by material of a sexual
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nature, do not continue reading.
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By Cindy. Comments to CynTil8Ing@aol.com
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A Slippery Vacation
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I look over at you and smile, a bit nervously, as the plane
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begins taxiing down the runway. I'm still always a bit
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scared when I fly, even though I do it all the time. I
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twist the emerald ring I always wear around and around on my
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right ring finger. You take my hand in yours and smile back,
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and I know everything is going to be fine. In fact, I know
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everything is going to be wonderful. We're on our way to
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Cancun, the perfect spot to chase away these cold weather
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blues.
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Three hours later, we leave the taxi and walk into the
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hotel. I barely notice our surroundings. You've been
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teasing and touching me for the entire flight and during the
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endless taxi ride. I've already had two wonderful, but
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painfully quiet orgasms, but I can't wait to get you alone
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in the room. By the way your pants are fitting you right
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now, I'm sure you feel the same. We nod and smile as the
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desk clerk explains the endless list of the hotel's
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wonderful amenities, then scurry outside to our villa.
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We quickly close the door behind us, drop the luggage, and
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lunge into each other's arms. Within seconds, clothes fall
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to the floor. Before either of us realizes it, we're naked
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on the bed, held tightly in each other's arms. Finally, as
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I pause for a breath, some semblance of thought takes over
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and I say, "Wait a minute....we're at the beach....we can't
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forget our suntan oil." And I jump up and head over to my
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suitcase. Clothes fly in every direction as I search. With
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a triumphant smile, I pull out a bottle of vegetable oil and
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a plastic paint drop cloth, and walk slowly over to the bed,
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an evil little smile on my lips. "Here," I say, tossing you
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the plastic, "Spread this out on the bed. I'll be right
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back." I disappear into the bathroom.
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Exiting the bathroom, I smile as I look at you lying on your
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back on top of the drop cloth. "Turn over and relax, close
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your eyes," I command as I walk toward the bed. You comply,
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and I admire your body for a moment or two. I climb onto
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the bed and straddle your hips, wiggling around a bit to get
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comfortable. I pour the warmed oil into my hands, lots of
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it, feeling it sliding between my fingers, dripping down my
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forearms, all the way to my elbows. I place my slippery
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hands on your back, coating your shoulders. Again, I pour
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into my hands and work my way down your back, over your ass,
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and all the way down your legs. I again pause to admire
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your now glistening body, shining in the sunlight streaming
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through the sheer-covered windows.
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"Turn over," I again command. We both start to giggle as
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you try, and slide right back onto your stomach. You had no
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idea just how much oil I had used. Your feet trying without
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success to grip the now oily plastic to get yourself turned
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over. Finally, between the two of us, we get you turned
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over, and I begin the same process on your front, starting
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at your chest, down across your stomach, hips, and thighs,
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all the way to your feet. "Mmmm," I giggle as I finish,
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"you definitely look tasty all basted up like that. Ok, my
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turn." I flip over and lie down on my stomach. I try to
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hand you the bottle but it slips out of my hands, some of it
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pouring into a puddle in the middle of the bed.
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Quickly getting into the spirit of the adventure, you waste
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no time pouring the oil into your hands, but pour it
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directly on me, rubbing it a bit to spread it around, but
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with no hope at all of rubbing all of it into my skin. I
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jump as I feel the first drops hit me, then moan as I feel
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your strong hands start across my shoulders, then down my
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back, toward my ass. You finish my back and tell me to turn
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over. I have even more trouble than you did. After all,
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the big puddle in the middle has spread everywhere. It's
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almost hopeless. Finally, after many tries, I slide onto my
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back, my body almost entirely coated just by my heroic
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efforts to get turned over. You quickly finish the front of
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my body, pausing only to give my breasts a little extra oil
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and attention. The bottle of oil is almost gone and you
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place it on the nightstand next to the bed, slipping only
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once or twice in the process.
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I roll next to you, pressing the entire length of my body to
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yours, my hands gliding over your chest. Your hand finds my
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waist, running lightly down over the front of my hip, to the
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very sensitive place where my leg comes into my body. I
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shiver as your fingertips glide all the way down that line
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until they reach my inner thigh. Back up your fingers
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glide, two fingers, one on either side of my pussy, a look
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of surprise crossing your face as you feel the smooth,
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shaved skin glide under your fingers.
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You struggle to sit up, spread my legs, and look down.
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"Mmmm, how pretty! When did you do this?"
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"You didn't think it took me so long in the bathroom just to
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warm up the oil, did you?" I smiled back. "Your turn is
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next, later, after we finish our um, baking. But first, I
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think you need a closer view."
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I push you back down and once again struggle to climb on top
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of you, again straddling your hips. This time though, I
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face away from you. My hands kneed your thighs for a few
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seconds. I switch to a light touch of just my fingertips as
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I glide them up and over your balls, then underneath,
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searching for that spot that makes you moan when I touch it.
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The growl deep in your throat, and the upward thrust of your
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hips, tells me that I have indeed found it. I trace light
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circles as your hands glide all over my ass, your thumb
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slipping up and down my crack.
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I begin to rock, back and forth against your stomach, each
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backward movement moving me an inch or two up your body. My
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clit is so swollen, it feels unbelievable as I glide back
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and forth across the hair on your chest, my own juices now
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combining with the oil to make it even more slippery.
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Meanwhile, my fingers have found your cock, so hard it's
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twitching in its desire to be touched. I slide two fingers
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all the way from its base to the tip, a drop of pre-cum
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leaks from the top, and waits there, begging to be tasted.
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I lean over and touch it to the very tip of my tongue.
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Enjoying the taste, I lean over further, taking the entire
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head in my mouth, as my fingers again run base to tip,
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hoping to get another taste. I continue to rock back and
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forth against your chest.
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You moan again, then say, "You know, you promised me a
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closer look. While the view is quite stunning, I think a
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bit closer might be in order."
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I lift each leg over your shoulders, falling against you
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only once. I turn to watch your eyes close as I lower
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myself onto your waiting mouth. I turn my attention back to
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the now almost purple monster waiting for me. I slide you
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into and out of my mouth, the oil and my saliva combining to
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make wonderful smacking sounds as your hips lift in time
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with my strokes.
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Meanwhile, your tongue dances back and forth from my clit
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backwards. I moan, my sounds muffled by your cock in my
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throat, as you lap firmly just outside the hole, finding
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that spot that is almost as sensitive as my clit. I
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continue to rock my hips slightly, showing you the slow
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rhythm I like the best. My thighs tighten around your ears,
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and it occurs to me that you probably can't breathe, but as
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I slide even more of your cock down my throat, my thought is
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that we'll pass out together from lack of oxygen. And as
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good as it feels, I don't think either of us will mind.
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Your muffled moans and thrusts tell me that you're getting
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close, so I raise myself off of your mouth, turning to smile
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at your glistening face, and begin my little rock and slide
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motion back down your body. By the time my clit is moving
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against your belly button, I know I'm not going to make it
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all the way back down before I cum. I lift and lower myself
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onto your cock, my finger pressing against my clit.
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Immediately, I feel the waves of warmth start to wash over
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me.
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Your hands grab my waist firmly, and your hips lift,
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impaling me on your cock. Oh god, I feel the contractions
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start, even though I have yet to move. I continue stoking
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my clit, lightly, in wide slow, slippery circles as the
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orgasm washes over me, the walls of my pussy contracting in
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time with my circles. Since I'm not moving at all, I'm sure
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you too can feel every contraction, and your moan tells me
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for sure. Finally, it ends, my body unfreezes and I begin
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to glide back and forth, not really full long strokes, just
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short little back-and-forth and side-to-side movements.
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This little bit of stimulation is driving you crazy, and I
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can tell you want nothing more than to bury your cock all
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the way in me, and fuck the hell out of me until you can't
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fuck me anymore.
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I climb off you and lie down on my stomach, spreading my
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legs just a bit, and grinning at you. You straddle my legs,
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and slip inside me, squeezing my legs together with your
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thighs. This position brings your cock almost right into my
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most sensitive internal spot and I sigh in pleasure. As
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your strokes lengthen and become more powerful, my entire
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body slides up and down the bed. It slides so much that you
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slip out once or twice. We settle into a rhythm of shorter
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strokes, but still hard enough that I'm sliding back and
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forth a bit. My nipples harden deliciously as they slip and
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slide against the plastic.
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Your breathing changes as you get closer to exploding. Your
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arms weaken and you almost fall against me, your weight
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pressing against me. Your slippery body slides back and
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forth against mine as I slide back and forth against the
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bed. The sensation is overwhelming and I hear the almost
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animal-like growl, deep in your chest. It rips it's way out
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of your throat in a strangled 'Ahhhhhhhrrrrrrrggggg' as you
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start to cum. It seems to go on forever, your thighs
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tightening around my hips. I feel as if I'm caught in a
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vice, a vice from which I never want to be freed.
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Slowly, we disentangle ourselves, ending up sharing a soft
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kiss as I lean over you. Finally, after a few moments, I
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giggle, "Now, the *really* fun part. Let's go wash all this
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off in the shower."
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of my friends at http://members.aol.com/cyntil8ing
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