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to the hem of her dress and slowly, so slowly it hurts, she pulls it up. The pale skin of her thighs comes into view but my focus is on the shadow between her legs. The first hints of my desire start to come into view and as it does I can see the glisten of her arousal. The room fills with the scent of her and a soft moan escapes me. She lets the dress go and it drops back down hiding her.
    “Damn it, LeAnne,” I say.
    “Your turn,” she answers.
    I shrug out of my jacket and toss it aside, then grab the hem of my shirt and pull it up mimicking her slow reveal. I know how great my abs look and how she loves them. They’re even better now than when she last saw them. Hours of working out will do miracles for the body. As my lower abs come into view she also gets her first view of my tattoo. A dragon winds its way up my right side. I pull the shirt over my head and toss it.
    “Mmmm!” she says. Her left hand ducks under her dress and I know by the half-lid of her eyes and moan that she’s touching herself.
    My balls pull tight against me as I watch. I slide my hand into my boxers and grab my thick shaft and pump myself. Her pink tongue rests between her full lips and her hips gyrate as she rubs under her dress. I step closer and she holds up her free hand shaking one finger at me.
    “LeAnne,” I groan.
    “Ah ah,” she says. “Wait.”
    Fuck waiting. I’ve waited two years. Her eyes roam over my tight abs and chest as her hand rubs faster. The scent of her is driving me mad and I can’t stop myself stroking my dick faster until I’m matching time with her hand on her clit. Knowing her body so well I know she’s close. I can see her shoulders tighten, her back arch and she thrusts her hips out further. Then she increases the speed of her hand.
    “Show me,” she breathes heavily. I shake my head no. “Damn it, Jans.”
    I pull the band of my boxers out and slowly lower them until the swollen head of my cock is just visible. I see her eyes lock onto it and her tongue moves around her lips.
    “This what you want?” I ask taking another step closer. I stroke myself slowly and a few drops of come appear.
    “God yes,” she says.
    “Your tight pussy needs filled?” I move another step closer.
    “Fuck yes.”
    “Whose pussy is it?”
    “Yours, all yours, fuck, god!” she exclaims her hand rubbing even faster.
    “Right, mine,” I growl moving closer still.
    Less than three feet separate us and the scent of her is more intoxicating than the best whiskey. It fills my nose making me feel heady and alive. I pull my underwear down and hook it under my tight balls. My steel rod points straight at her. She’s close. Hell, I’m close. Two years is a long damn time to not get laid.
    “You going to fuck me?” she asks.
    “I’m going to fuck every one of your holes.”
    “Mmmm, you wanna come inside me?”
    “Every fucking hole.”
    Her hand speeds up then she freezes. Her body arches hard, her legs stiffen, her eyes close and she moans a long, loud, drawn out sound.
    “Fuck!” she exclaims as her pleasure passes and she relaxes against the wall. Her eyes open slowly and she smiles. “Miss me?”
    I close the distance and kiss her with bruising force, claiming her lips. My cock is pressed against her abdomen. I grab her hair and pull her head back then kiss my way down her neck. My free hand rubs her tits through her dress. I can feel the hard nubs of her nipples through the fabric. I roll one of them between my fingers and she moans into my mouth, her hips thrusting into me. Her hands run across my chest then she pushes me back.
    “The hell, LeAnne?”
    She doesn’t say a word, just looks at me with lustful eyes. Slowly she reaches one hand behind her and undoes the zipper on her dress. The shoulder straps fall and more of her tits come into view. She holds me back with one hand pressed against my chest. I grab my cock and stroke the fat shaft. I try to lean in for a kiss but she pushes me