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           Iamrenderedspeechlessbythelookofhungerinhiseyes.Wow…tobethiswantedbythisGreekgod.Imirrorhisactionsandstepoutofmyblackflats.Suddenly,hereachesforme,backingmeupagainstthewall.Kissingme,myface,mythroat,mylips…runninghishandsthroughmyhair.Ifeelthecool,smoothtiledwallatmybackashepusheshimselfagainstme,sothatI’mflattenedbetweenhisheatandthechilloftheceramic.Tentatively,Iplacemyarmsonhisupperarms,andhegroansasIsqueezetightly.

           “Iwantyounow.Here…fast,hard,”hebreathes,andhishandsareonmythighs,pushingupmyskirt.“Areyoustillbleeding?”

           “No.”Iflush.

           “Good.”

           Histhumbshookovermywhitecottonpanties,andabruptlyhedropstohiskneesashetugsthemoff.MyskirtisnowruckedupsothatI’mnakedfromthewaistdownandpanting,wanting.Hegrabsmyhips,pushingmeagainstthewallagain,andkissesmeattheapexofmythighs.Grabbingmyupperthighs,heforcesmylegsapart.Igroanloudly,feelinghistonguecirclingmyclitoris.Ohmy.Tippingmyheadbackinvoluntarily,Imoanasmyfingersfindtheirwayintohishair.

           Histongueisrelentless,strongandinsistent,washingoverme—swirlingaroundandaround,againandagain—nonstop.It’sexquisite,theintensityoffeeling—it’salmostpainful.Mybodystartstoquicken,andhereleasesme.What?No!MybreathingisraggedasIpant,gazingathimwithdeliciousanticipation.Hegrabsmyfacewithbothhands,holdingmefirmly,andhekissesmehard,thrustinghistongueintomymouthsoIcantastemyarousal.