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mirrors. Italian tiles on the floor.
    He kept on talking—“I need to see that pussy. I need to see that ass”—as she stepped out of her tuxedo pants, releasing her luscious luscious Thank-You-Jesus thighs and her big brown-skinned booty. She wiggled in front of him, then turned around and bent over. The thong was lost deep down the crack of that enormous ass.
    â€œHelp me take this off,” she said.
    He reached out a hand to that bounteous booty.
    She wiggled and jiggled it, and he heard her say, “Not with your hand. With your teeth.”
    The view from behind as he set about rescuing the thong. The twin honey brown loaves. Fresh-baked morning buns. The golden winking eye of her tightly puckered ass. The meaty lips from behind. Seashell red. Pouting, drooling lips. He plunged in with lips and tongue. He licked. He sucked. He bit and chewed. His mouth filled up and he drooled. It was so beautiful. She mewed with lust, and she fed him. Slapped his face with her delicious back end.
    The dealer, Docta Love came to learn, tasted sweet in all of her parts.
    The good Docta Love, the dealer came to learn, had a weakness for sweetness and a vigor that matched her own.
    He ripped off his clothes. Flipped her over. Climbed over her.
Inverted. Placed his dick over her mouth. Placed his mouth over her dark patch of hair curling up her stomach. A golden-brown button of flesh sticking up out of it.
    He put his mouth on her clit. He felt her inhale his dick into her mouth.
    â€œOhhhhh,” he said.
    â€œUuuuuuhhh,” she said.
    â€œThis is the best kiss ever,” he said.
    â€œYour dick tastes so good. It’s so fucking big,” she said. “Uuuuuuhhh.”
    â€œI told you it was big,” he laughed. Lapping at her cunt. Her sweet-smelling cunt.
    â€œAlmost as big as my husband’s,” she laughed.
    â€œBitch,” he said, lapping at her cunt with a fervor. Sliding a finger into that slippery hole. Sliding toward that special spot. Finding it. Rapid rubbing now. Expert licking now. Lap that clit. Rub the basement of that pussy. Rub faster. Two fingers now. Rub faster. Harder.
    â€œUh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh shit, uh shit, like that, like that, uh shit, uh, uh watch out, watch out,” she warned. Shaking her thighs. Trying to rub her thighs together. “I’m gonna cum. I cum wet. You better move your face. I cum wet.”
    Despite her warning, he rubbed. Rubbed faster. Pressured that clit. He felt her body clench. Knees came up. Stomach tightened. She gum-vised his dick.
    â€œUh, uh, uh, uh, there it is, there it is, baby, uh, uh, uh, I’m embarrassed. Uh, uh, uh. Uh, shit.”
    Her body convulsed. He pulled back and watched with delicious delight as her pussy gushed its river onto the satin sheets of the hotel bed.
    She howled. She laughed.
    She twisted and rolled. She crawled over him. Kissed his
chest. His muscular arms. His neck. His face. She grabbed his mouth with her lips.
    He grabbed her ass. She grabbed his dick. Got on it.
    Began to ride.
    It was some kiss. It was some ride.
    When he came, she said, “I want you on top.”
    She gave him a half hour to rest, then she positioned herself on the bed and he climbed over. It was another live fuck. He fucked her like a bull. She bucked like a bronco. He fucked her until she soaked the sheets again.
    When he came, she said, “I want to do doggy-style.”
    â€œHold on, baby,” he laughed. “Gotta rest up.”
    â€œWell, hurry up,” she laughed. “I have to get home soon. I have a husband, you know?”
    After his rest was over, she got up on her hands and knees and pushed her delightful booty against him. His dick was having slight technical difficulties.
    â€œShit,” she said, turning. “Give him here.”
    â€œI can do it,” he said, jacking it like a long wet rope. “I can do it.”
    She laughed. “Give him here.”
    She took his dick