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I made soft, encouraging noises in my throat, watching her fingers as they squeezed and tugged at her nipples. Her head went back and the sound of her ragged breath filled the room. Fuck! My cock felt like it was going to burst! I couldn't help it-I snuck my hand down and unzipped, pressing my hand over my underwear, rubbing the head of my cock against my lower belly.

"Oh Mark," she moaned, spreading her lips with her fingers to give me better access. "Oh honey, that's so good!"

I wanted to shove my fingers up inside her, but I didn't want to startle her, so I just continued to move my tongue, faster and faster. Her whole body was tense, quivering, her belly undulating as she rocked against my mouth. My cock jerked in my hand-I was stroking it now, just light, easy tugs, squeezing myself every now and then to keep my own climax at bay.

"Oh God, baby, your tongue!" She rolled her hips in fast, easy circles. "I'm gonna come!"

I groaned, squeezing my cock hard as she did, her hands grabbing onto the headboard, her body convulsing on top of me. I couldn't help it-I slid two fingers inside her, feeling the thick pulse of her orgasm as she came and came, shuddering and bucking with the force of it.

"Oh, oh, oh," she breathed, straddling my chest and steadying herself with shaking hands. "Oh my God, that was… that was…"

I grinned up, seeing her flushed face, her half-closed eyes. She was unbuttoning her shirt, peeling it off, tossing her bra aside. Even her breasts were rosy and flushed.

"Liked that?" I asked, cupping her mound with my palm, making her groan.

"Lemme do it again…"

"Nooooo," she wailed, wiggling on me, her eyes flying open. "I can't, not again!"

"I bet you could." I tugged at the black thong, wet with saliva and her juices now.

"Let's try…"

"No, no," she murmured, trying to get away. I had her by the g-string, though, and the flimsy material snapped as she struggled to climb off me, giggling and squirming.

"Oops," I said, seeing the place where it had ripped. "Fragile things, aren't they?"

"Oh damnit," she swore, holding up the broken piece of elastic. "These cost a fortune!"

"Worth every penny," I assured her, tugging them down her thigh and staring at her nude body as she knelt up on the bed. "Now come on, don't you think it's my turn?"

She gave me a slow smile, her eyes on my hand moving slowly up and down my shaft.

"Okay," she agreed, stepping out of the thong and tossing it over her shoulder.

She giggled when it hooked on the doorknob, and I noticed the door was ajar again.

Damn cat, I thought. Through the crack, I could see gleam of the cat's eyes watching us, and I grabbed Angel, hoping to divert her before she noticed.

"Come on, baby," I murmured, tugging my jeans down my hips. "Suck it, just a little…"

"Just a little?" she teased, turning so she could grasp my cock in her hand. I groaned, letting her take over. I couldn't get over how much she seemed to love doing this! She made a happy noise in her throat as her soft, wet mouth wrapped around the head of my cock, taking me in bit by bit.

Her hips swung my direction, her ass in the air, and I looked at the soft, glistening mound of blonde hair showing between her slightly parted thighs. I could still feel a slick coating of her in my throat, and the smell of her was intoxicating. I wanted to taste her again, but I didn't want her to stop whatever she was doing with her mouth-my God!

What was she doing? It felt like hot, wet heaven sliding up and down my shaft!

"Angel," I groaned, as her hand joined her mouth, moving the skin of my cock up over the head. Her tongue ran circles around the tip, teasing me, before sliding back down the shaft again.

"Is that enough?" she teased, feathering kisses over my belly, her hand moving up and down my length. "You said just a little…"

"Brat!" I smacked her bare bottom, making her squeal and giggle. "Come here, let's see if I can give you some incentive."

"Wait, no!" she cried, as I grabbed her hips, pulling her so that she was positioned over my face. "Ohhh God, Mark, please… not again… I can't…!"

"Yes," I said, flicking her clit with my tongue. "You can."

She gasped as I parted her flesh with my fingers, easing my way up and down her folds with my soft, wet tongue. I could feel her giving in, her mouth vibrating as she moaned around cock, sending delicious waves through my pelvis. Her pubic hair parted for my tongue and gave way to pink, slick flesh.

I teased her, probing around the tender hole of her pussy, sinking my tongue in and scooping out more of her juices. God, she tasted so good! I lapped at her, burying my whole face against her mound, almost forgetting her hand and mouth working on my cock. I was too lost in her, the sight of her tender asshole winking at me, the soft sound of her moans coming from between my legs.

"Oh yesssss," she purred, reaching between her thighs and parting her lips. "Lick my clit… please… it feels so good right here…"

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