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I had big plans. Plans that were going to last all night, if not longer. Plans that included me starting by fucking her from behind, and finished with me on top of her, looking deep into her eyes. Between the beginning and then ending, there wouldn’t be a room in the house that didn’t get christened by our love.

“On your hands and knees,” I said, trying to sound demanding with my tone. “I’m going to pound that little pussy of yours like a drum.”

She rolled onto her stomach and glanced over her shoulder. “I can’t wait.”

I gripped her waist in my hands and lifted her weight from the bed, positioning her perfectly-shaped ass directly in front of my throbbing cock. Using my thumbs, I spread her wide. I guided the tip between her wet folds, and then paused.

I gave one last admiring look before I began step one of what was certain to be an all-night affair. After satisfying my senses of her undeniable beauty, I slid my hands up her torso and cupped her breasts.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Yes, everything’s oh-fucking-kay,” I barked. “I’m getting ready.”

“Okay. Well, just in case you didn’t know, I am ready,” she said, her tone sprinkled with sarcasm.

Without warning, I pushed myself into her. Each inch of depth grew tighter, making me question if I could get my entire length into her. My eyes fell closed at the feeling of her tightness encompassing me.

“What happened to this motherfucker?” I asked. “It’s tight as fuck.”

“It’s out of practice,” she said.

“You haven’t been keeping it in shape?” I asked.

“I haven’t touched it since you left.”

I hadn’t stroked my cock since the day of the barbeque, either, but I wasn’t going to advertise the fact.

“Well, I guess I’ll need to whip it into shape, then.”

I gripped her boobs firmly and buried myself into her fully. After a short pause, I withdrew myself until the head was exposed.

I gazed down at the glistening shaft, amazed that it could fit inside her.

She cleared her throat. “Cash?”

I kept my eyes fixed on my dick. “What?”

“Are you okay?”

“God damn it, I’m fine.”

“What are you doing?”

I glanced up. “Looking at my dick.”

“Is there something wrong with it?”

“No,” I snapped back. “There ain’t anything fuckin’ wrong with it.”

“Why are you looking at it?”

“It looks cool when it’s covered in your twat juice.”

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back at me. “How about you look at it when we’re done?”

“Oh, you wanna fuck, do you?” I asked in a sarcastic tone.

“I do.”