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hole as her juices flowed.
    The torment continued.
    Trailing the implement of torture between her breasts—then tracing the outline of her hardened nipples.
    “Fuck,” she purred.
    Marie could feel the pulse of her heartbeat between her legs. Dropping them open further, her back arched trying to get closer to the wicked little wheel of pain he trailed down her belly and down to the top of her mound.
    “Yes, fuck—need to come, please.”
    “Beg.”
    “Please, I want to come! Sir, please let me come, I need it. My pussy is so wet and hot for you.”
    If Neil didn’t fuck her soon she was bound to go insane. He needed this night just as much as she did.
    The realization hit just as the tiny wheel of illicit pain stopped. Her body felt like it was vibrating. Her lips were pressed in a thin line and she couldn’t keep still. Struggling to hear anything, movement, shifting, breathing in she could only scent her arousal. Marie took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she tried to focus. As her palms flattened on the table, the purring hum that seemed to consume her body, started to settle. She could hear the ticking of a clock, seconds felt like hours. Just when she felt she should move, the sheet was ripped from her body.
    Looking down, her eyes like fish bowls gazed down at Neil, who gave no other warning other than to lock his lips around her swollen clit. His wicked tongue flicked, driving her closer to the proverbial precipice. Her nails made grooves in the wood as she arched and writhed on the table in front of him. His hot fingers spread the swollen outer lips.
    “Such a hot pussy, Kitten, what has you all worked up,” he teased.
    She nearly purred at his mocking, sensual tone.
    His tongue pressed into her, tongue fucking her as one of his arms wrapped around one of her thighs. Neil’s weight pinned her in place while his nimble fingers rubbed her clit.
    Marie screamed out as her orgasm roared through her. Her belly tightened, heat consumed her. The contractions in her belly forced her hips to jerk as she moaned, laughed, and came hard in his mouth. She could feel her fluids easing from her wet hole and onto his lapping tongue.
    The orgasm hung there, pulsing through her body as Neil got up. Not allowing her a recovery time he rolled her over. He moved to the side of the table where her chin rested. Pulling her forward slightly, he adjusted to rest her head over the edge of the table. Blinking to clear her orgasm soaked brain; she saw the head of his cock right in her face. He spanked it against her cheek.
    “Open, Kitten,” he demanded.
    She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue like she would at a Doctor’s exam. Neil spanked his thick dick against her tongue before shoving it into her mouth.
    He growled as he started to face fuck her. Moaning against his pumping phallus, her tongue traced around the head, flicking the tip when he would pull it nearly out of her mouth. Reaching out with one hand she cupped his balls. Marie pulled the tight sacs as she started to bob her head up and down his shaft.
    Her gag reflex was weak at best and she could only take him so deep before her panic set in. Working him up and down, popping him out of her mouth she spit on his cock and started to stroke him.
    “Oh fuck, Kitten. Yes, suck my cock, faster!”
    Those erotic words pushed her back to that edge, her pussy seemed to spasm between her legs. She worked him harder. Using her hand and mouth, saliva dribbled down her chin. Whoever said blow jobs were clean were fucking lying, they were messy and hot as fuck.
    Marie rose up on her elbows, lost in the moment; she dropped all the way to the base of his cock and held his dick at the back of her throat. The urge to gag fought her and she breathed through it. Sliding him out, saliva coated his thick penis; tendrils of spit tethered her mouth to his big dick. Neil growled and stepped back, stroking his wet cock.
     
     
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    “Well kitten that was the best blow