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Oh God, yes. “Yes,” I say, biting my lip.

Feeling the head of his cock resting at my entrance, I rock a little at the taunting. Once he’s seated, the stretch feels fantastic as it fills me up. Grunting, Marcus reaches to grip my hip in one hand and my cock in the other.

“Oh my, that’s good. You’re so tight.” He rocks back and forth, pumping his hips against mine.

“Faster, please. Harder.” Moving with a quicker tempo, my body accepts his girth with no issue. Sweating to a steady beat, I enjoy the harsh pump.

With my face rubbing the wood table, I think of the last time. Carli had to add a ton of concealer to fix it. Lifting my head, I rest on my elbows on the table to push my ass higher, changing the angle. That is amazing. I’ll remember that for another time.

“Oh!” I yell out. “Faster, Marcus!” Pushing my ass back, Marcus strokes my cock in time to his movements.

Pistoning harder, my orgasm rises fast. Rubbing hard, then soft, my balls tighten as I know I’m close to release. I try to hold it off, but this angle is pulling it free.

“I’m gonna come. I’m—” Unable to finish the sentence, I fall apart with my release. Not far behind, Marcus follows suit as his body chases mine down the rabbit hole.

“That was fun,” he states, leaning against me, breathing heavily.

I laugh. “You can say that again."

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