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rub your shoulders after work ... but at the end of the night you fuck her. I go to sleep with my hands in my panties at night while I listen to you grunting and her moaning through the walls. We both know you should be fucking me. Her old pussy isn’t what you want. You see my face when you fuck her don’t you?”
    Hearing Chanel say such dirty things only made Faugner’s dick brick more. It was true that he had fantasized about her many times before but he had never intended to act on it. Now that she was here spread out in front of him like a beautiful buffet, his most carnal instincts urged him to have his way with her. His dick throbbed as she gyrated against him, making him feel as if he would bust at any moment. “Stop,” he protested.
    “Okay,” she said as her fingers fiddled with his belt. “I’ll stop but this is my room. If you really want me to stop all you have to do is leave.” Chanel paused and looked up at Faugner. “You leaving?” she asked.
    Faugner knew that this situation was dead wrong, but his feet were frozen in place. He didn’t move and Chanel smiled as she removed his manhood from his Polo drawers. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Oohhh fuck me. Teach me not to give your pussy away.”
    Plagued with passion, Faugner couldn’t resist her and he grabbed her waist, lifting her in one swift motion onto his dick.
    He backed her up until her back hit the wall and then he put a pounding on her young wetness. She sucked him in like a vacuum and he clenched his ass cheeks as he moved with skill, in and out of her. It felt wrong, but Faugner didn’t care. It was too late to turn back and the sex was better than anything he had ever felt because the way that her pussy was absorbing his dick made it all right. His chocolate stick was swallowed by her gushiness as he grunted in her ear. Chanel was in heaven and she matched him stroke for stroke, thrusting her hips forward as she took the dick like a pro. The girth and size of him was more then she had ever experienced and she was loving his grown-man stroke as they fucked to a silent rhythm. “I love you. I love you ... ooooh I love this dick. This feels so good.”
    Chanel had never had grown-man dick before and it was nothing like the little teenybopper boy toy who she had let take her virginity. Her body was being worked over by a seasoned lover and she melted at his touch. He carried her to the bed, not even coming out of her to walk, and then placed her down atop the stark white duvet. He dug deeper into her, digging out her guts as she moaned loudly, crying out in pleasure ... in ecstasy. It was overwhelming to her young body and most certainly overwhelming to her young mind. The orgasm that overcame her body caused involuntary tears to fall down her cheeks. Their bodies intertwined, twisting from one position to the next without ever losing their rhythm and when they reached their climax they both groaned while holding each other tightly.
    Faugner pulled out of her and released himself on her stomach as his head fell back in utter ecstasy.
    Faugner looked down at Chanel and a thousand guilty bricks brought him back to reality. “This should have never happened. You know that right?”
    Chanel nodded her head, unsure of what to say. She was speechless ... He had left her breathless.
    He looked down at her and shook his head. Chanel was the most beautiful young girl he had ever met and the last thing he wanted to do was to take advantage of her. He had fallen head over heels for her from the moment he laid eyes on her. It wasn’t until she opened Pandora’s box did he realize that there was more to his attraction than familial affection. Chanel was everything he would ever want in a woman. Ambitious, wild, witty, submissive to a man, beautiful ... her only flaw was her youth. They belonged to two completely different generations and no one would ever understand. He was taking statutory risks by even being in her room. Chanel expected him