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Debbie was sleeping, and beginning to wake from a wonderful dream. In it her skin was electric, tingling to the touch of my body. As she drifted in and out of sleep, she felt her every movement, every brush of her skin against the soft sheets and pillow sent waves of passion rushing through her body.
She had fallen asleep last night, totally spent by passion, left laying in their bed with only a whispered between her climax and the soft darkness. Now she was waking up with the same feelings that drove her to exhausted sleep.
As she came slowly out from under the haze, she realized how excited she was. She wanted me, again. Debbie knew as soon as she shook free from slumber, she'd soon be feeling me inside her again, where I belong, where she needed me.
Debbie's hands absentmindedly ran down her body, feeling herself, realizing her dreams had already physically aroused her. Her nipples were hard, and brushing against them made her tingle. Still groggy, she decided to slide her hand down between her legs and see if her fantasies had woken her wet.
When her hand arrived, she instead felt the back of my head.
Her hands ran to my head, clutching my thick hair and holding me in place. Her passion exploded within her, realizing her true love awoke feeling the same way and had already begun, twisting her dreams to suit me.
My tongue worshipped her, lavished her with deep kisses. She could feel my tongue, lips, and teeth on her, kissing, tasting, sucking at her. Now fully awake, she threw her leg over my shoulder, her body silently begging me to continue. She ground her pelvis into my face, feeling me caressing her inside and out.
She gave a shudder as she realized I was tasting her for my own reasons. I was not doing this for her pleasure, that was just a side effect to her liking. I was very deliberate in my actions, I was thorough and patient. I was not being unselfish, not burying my tongue in her to bring her to orgasm.
I was only doing so to make her wet.
Debbie let a low moan slither from her throat, a sound that drove deep into me. I began to use ,y tongue faster, growing impatient. She thrust herself forward for me, realizing that was merely putting her into position to take her, to wake her with the knowledge that she belonged to me, only to me.
She tried with all of her power to hold me there, to keep me in place and my wonderful tongue upon her. But I was too focused, too strong to be held. I wanted her, and I would take her. Debbie knew that. She was helpless to stop me.
I threw her leg from my shoulder, and ran my hands up her body, leading the way. Her hands rushed to mine, to feel my strong, rough hands caress her. They traced her stomach, and then to her naked breasts, squeezing softly.
Debbie arched her back, driving her beautiful breasts farther into my hands, offering herself to me, and my mouth quickly followed. Her nipples throbbed, feeling my tongue tracing them inside my hot mouth. Sucking her, biting gently at her, arousing her in ways she had been dreaming of mere moments before.
Debbie wasn't even aware, but her legs had spread for my body. As I crawled up her slowly, she felt my, hot and hard cock below and rubbing against her. She could feel him dragging against her body, burning her with every touch. My mouth, so hot on her bare breast, melting her.
I raised my face to her, and she offered up her mouth for a kiss. I roughly took it, and she sucked at my tongue, daring me to stay there. I threw her face to the side with my own, and buried myself in her hair and neck. Debbie's body again rose to meet me, her legs spread and rising to wrap around him.
And then, with a hard bite to her soft neck, I was inside her.
I filled her as she had never been filled before, as if I were cast from the perfect mold. Every part of her that had gone untouched for so many years was my for the taking, thrusting into her completely, fully. With my first deep stroke, her mouth dropped open but no words could escape. With every following thrust, she ground her teeth together, trying with all of her might to hold on.
She dug her fingernails into my back, not from pain or pleasure, but just for support. The feeling of me slamming myself into her, her body desperately trying to push back and force me deeper inside her.
Her legs, curled around my waist, went higher still, opening up yet another place inside. I was an animal now, Debbie's animal. When she fell asleep, I had just been inside her. Now she was awake, and I was again. It was as if we were never separate, always two parts of the whole.
My rhythm continued to quicken, my hands dragged down her body, cupping her cheeks and lifting them from the bed. She let out an involuntary gasp, as I surprised her with my savageness. Her body was now bent, legs flailed upwards, and I was thrusting into her, unstoppable. The wave of pain took her before cresting into pleasure, and her nails dug into me to quell her scream.
But she wasn't sure if she would scream for me to stop, or beg me not to. She could feel her own rush surging through her body, about to take her.
I arched my back, growling and thrusting deeper than ever as the first drop erupted from me, covering her inside. Debbie knew that would trigger her, the hot feeling splashing within her, burning to her core and deeper than anything ever before. She was hot and wet a moment ago, and now she was filled and even more so. And with every drop of me that burned into her, she felt the wave of passion, ecstasy overriding the pain.
...................... god i'm horny the end