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the couch.
    Devon’s breathing sped up.
    She spread her legs and hiked her skirt up, exposing her manicured pubis to him. He sensed the beast in him begging to be released. Head tilted downward, he stared at her through the mess of black hair falling in front of his face. His smile transformed into a smirk—a devilish grin—framed by a trimmed jet-black goatee. As he unbuttoned his black shirt, he concentrated with laser focus as two of Vivian's fingers slipped deep inside her, disappearing between the glistening folds of her pussy.
    He loomed over her, now, and she stopped long enough to undo his pants and pulled them down to his knees. With a genuine gasp, she stared mesmerized by the size of his manhood standing at rock solid attention, throbbing under the light weight of his underwear. Wide-eyed, she pulled his monster from its hiding place and filled her mouth with its inches. Devon threw his head back and shut his eyes tight. She commanded skill. The sensation of her tongue gliding over his taut flesh raised the skin on his arms. She was most impressive, indeed.
    Back and forth her head went, wetting the shaft of his cock slick with her spit. He couldn't bear any more and pushed her head away, breaking the suction with a sloppy wet pop. He stepped out of his clothes, his solid form gleaming with a slight sheen of sweat that spited the chill. Muscles flexed under his skin; the skin stretched and pulled over the sinewy flesh. Close to her, he fought to ignore the odd icy tinge that poked a feeling of unease in the back of his mind.
    Reaching down with his strong hands, he pulled the skirt from her body. Her smooth pale skin almost glowed in the dusty light of the dressing room. She continued to touch herself, her fingers sliding in and out. Her eyes fluttering, she massaged her clit as Devon fell to his knees. He knelt in front of her, holding his beast of a cock in his hand, stroking the shaft. The light flickered for a moment as he penetrated Vivian; a cold sting pierced his nerves. Stretching to fit his bewildering size, a lustful cry spilled from her mouth as she moved to the rhythm Devon offered.
    Still inside her, he lifted her from the couch and held her close. They moved in steady time to the beat of an unearthly metronome. With ease, he held her up while slowly rocking his hips into her. She tried her hardest to absorb his cock all the way inside, all the way to the hilt. He lowered them both down to the couch. Remaining injected, Vivian rode hard, grinding into him. He absorbed the incredible sensation. Right now, he cared about only one thing—using this groupie, this whore, as an outlet for his built up carnal aggressions—a receptacle for his corporeal anger.
    His tongue flicked from one hard nipple to the other, sending Vivian into minor tremors. Hands all over each other, they maintained the rhythm with faces so close they breathed the same air. Puffy clouds of breath mingled in the space around their heads until they dissipated. The atmosphere turned thick and fluid, as if deep in a dream.
    A ringing perpetuated in Devon's ears. He felt dizzy; his vision blurred. Yet, all he knew was the tremendous, passionate lust, the undying urge to stoke the fire smoldering in his loins. Despite nearing exhaustion, he could not stop thrusting into her. He could not quench the thirst; douse the flame burning within his being.
    His hands roamed her body, gliding over her porcelain skin, each motion exploring a different, but equally winsome, part of her anatomy. She strained to satisfy his overwhelming size; his member filled her beyond capacity and she quivered at his touch. He smiled as he prepared himself for the next phase of his release.
    Devon kneaded the flesh of her back. Sharp nails ran down the length of her spine, leaving red welts in their wake. The feeling of being in her—engulfed by her—pleased him beyond words. Claimed by over zealousness, he dug into the soft flesh of her back. The pressure of his