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Heat coursed through me, pooling in my tummy. Her body melded to mine, curves meeting angles. I held her, hands roaming with an urgency I'd never known.
"God, you are..." Words failed me.
"Good?" she finished for me, her laugh breathy against my lips.
"Perfect."
I swallowed hard, the lamp casting a soft glow over us. Agatha's breath hitched as she lowered herself inch by tantalizing inch. Taking all of me, as deep as I could go. Heat surged through me, my body responding before I could form words.
"Goodness gracious, you are like..." She paused, and I felt the warmth of her deep cavern enveloping me.
"Like your personal playground?" I ventured, voice cracking with a mix of nerves and desire.
She nodded, biting her lip in that way that drove me wild. "Exactly," she gasped out.
My hands found her waist, then roamed freely. The curve of her hip fit into my palm, skin soft as I explored further, the curve of her belly against mine, the stretch marks against her skin. All wrapped to protect this one human being. A national treasure.
"Your fingers... they're magic," she whispered, arching into my touch.
"Magic? More like lucky explorers on an epic quest."
Her nails pressed into my back, little crescents of urgency. I winced, but it subsided. The sensation sent a jolt straight to my core, making my weiner twitch inside her.
"Sorry, did I—" Her concern flickered through the dim light.
"Keep going," I assured her, the fire in my veins drowning out everything else.
"Good, because this muffin isn't done being decorated," she teased, grinding down onto me in a way that made logical thought evaporate.
"Let me splat my baby batter inside your walls, sweet cum dumpster."
I gulped, the sound of it lost in the breathy moans that filled the room. Agatha and I were a tangle of limbs, moving in a rhythm that was as clumsy as it was earnest. Our bodies seemed to click together, two mismatched puzzle pieces somehow making a perfect fit.
We fumbled, barely missing each other's heads as she bounced up and down. My can slipping out of her a few times as she readjusted. Her legs wrapped tighter around my legs, urging me on. I could feel every inch of her, the heat, the wetness. She oozed with prime juice.
"More, give me more," she demanded, nails digging into my shoulders. I gave her everything I had. All four and a half inches.
Her breath sucked in loudly, eyes locked onto mine. Our pace quickened, and the sound of skin slapping against skin became the beat to which our bodies synced. I felt her tighten around me, the tension building in waves that promised an imminent release.
"Right there, Arnie, don't stop," she moaned, her voice teetering on the edge of control.
And then, as if on cue, it hit us. A crescendo of pleasure that tore through our bodies, wracking us with spasms of ecstasy. She clung to me, her cry mingling with my own as I pumped my milk into her.
We held on, riding out the aftershocks, our shared climax a searing brand on our souls.
"Wow," she whispered, a laugh bubbling up from her throat.
I slumped back into the chair, Agatha still a tangle of limbs around me. Her moisture was sliding down my leg, leaving a sticky trail. Our breaths came in slow, matching rhythms now.
"Arnold, we..." She trailed off, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest.
"Shh, I know." I brushed a strand of hair from her eyes, marveling at how it curled around my finger. A smile tugged at my lips. To think I was a virgin not that long ago.
She chuckled, the sound bubbling up from deep within. "Did you really call me your 'cum muffin'?"
"Guilty." My cheeks heated, but I owned it. She was. I enjoyed decorating her insides all too much.
"And the whole 'beef curtains.'" She nuzzled into my neck, her laughter vibrating against my skin.
