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wildly through the air. I squealed, semi-afraid, but mostly just turned on. I unhooked my bra and Mark dropped to his knees, before tearing down my panties and jeans together.
    And then his mouth was on my pussy, his hot, wet tongue lapping deliciously at my slick folds, flicking quickly at my clitoris. My knees went weak and I clutched at Mark's hair to stabilize myself, my head back, moaning into the air. Waves of pleasure pulsed out from my pussy, rushed up my spine.
    Mark pulled his face away, his mouth slick with my juices, and stood up, his big erect cock swinging in the air. He clutched at my waist, his grip vice-like, and lifted me into the air. I gasped at his inhuman strength – he lifted me with the ease of a ballet dancer. Drunk with desire, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and pulled myself closer to him.
    We both moaned simultaneously as he entered me. Electric bursts of pleasure exploded in my cunt with each of his hard, deep thrusts. His body was slick and solid against mine; he gripped my ass with his strong hands, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he began to pound me.
    An animalistic lust gripped Mark as he fucked me. I squirmed with delight as his big cock slipped quickly in and out of my wet snatch, filling me over and over.
    The orgasm began as a tickle at the edge of my awareness, and quickly spread in waves over my entire body. My thighs began to tremble, and I lost control of the muscles of my pelvis – I tried to thrust back into Mark, but could only spasm and shake. I felt my cunt tightening on Mark's huge cock, as the orgasmic tingles became hot, feverish flushes that flooded through my cheeks, down my spine...
    “I'm going to cum,” I told Mark tremulously. The approach felt immense, like the thunderous, rolling roar of a tidal wave. I heard strangled moans bursting from my lips. Mark began to fuck me even faster, his pelvis slapping vigorously against mine.
    My eyes rolled back in my head as the orgasm crashed through me. My limbs seized up, my arms tight around Mark's neck, my legs squeezing his waist. My pussy was pulsing, sending electric bolts through every fiber of my being. Stars burst in my vision, and for a moment I felt as if my consciousness left my body, expanding and spreading through the atmosphere.
    Mark began to cum as well, his cock pumping hot seed into my pussy, squirt after squirt of hot cum, until it filled me and ran in rivulets from my wet, contracting hole.
    Mark slowed his thrusts gradually, grinding in and out of me with an immense power, his abdomen hardening against mine in the final throes of his orgasm.
    We were both left gasping for air, our hearts hammering against one another through our chests. Mark held me tight against him, his bulging muscles encasing my sweaty waist. Still inside me, Mark turned and carried me through the house to his bedroom, where he slipped his cock out of me in one final blissful burst, and lay me on his bed. He lay beside me, and I rested my head on his arm, drunk with satisfaction. I traced my hand over his six-pack.
    Lying there with my breath slowing, I began to go over the strange and wonderful experiences of the previous night. It seemed so surreal, the werewolves on the mountain ...
    And then I recalled the reason that I had gone there in the first place, and I gasped.
    “What's wrong?” Mark asked.
    “The photo that I was supposed to take of the moon,” I said. “For work. I never managed to take a decent one.”
    Mark chuckled to himself.
    “What's so funny?” I said. Without replying, he got out of bed, gently placing a pillow beneath my head, and then left the room. A moment later he returned, with my camera in his hand. He displayed the LCD screen to me, and I saw that there were new photos of the moon there – pictures that I didn't take. I began to scroll through them, and saw that they were fantastic.
    “You took these while I slept?” I asked, flooded with confusion and relief. “They're