God she smells amazing, it's intoxicating. I love it. She wraps her arms around me and kisses my back. "Hey handsome." "Mmm hi beautiful," I reply...trying to focus on lunch. "I love when you cook for me. You're my favorite chef," She whispers in my ear. "Thank you baby. Can you grab the milk please." I don't let myself turn around because I know I won't be able to focus once I see her. Keeping my hands off her is going to be incredible hard. "Anything for my big strong man," Lexi says. “Give me your helmet.”His eyes bugged wide. “Oh, good call! Helmet on. Here.”She accepted it and moved to a nearby workbench. In moments, she had the cushioned liner extracted, exposing the inner surface. To John’s Eye, the under-surface resembled a circuit board, like you’d find inside any piece of modern-day electronics. Though only a quarter of the total area contained inscribed channels, this web of conduits was interwoven with intricately-small, dragon-wrought runes, all of which hummed. At just a smidgen under 6 feet, her legs went on forever. Sara was 5’10” and they’d both gotten their height from their parents. Her mom, Grace, of Scottish descent was 5’8” and their dad, boring Norm, was 6’4”. Grace was fair skinned, had reddish blond hair and was still a real looker for 43. Her beauty, big breasts, and long legs carried down to both of her daughters.One week into her first semester and Lauren’s wisdom tooth started to bug her. Growing progressively worse, she’d called her. I was cock deep without any difficulties for she was well lubricated."No, please no," she muttered as I pumped myself into her fine body.Her tits moved delightfully with each thrust and now her hips were pushing back at me."Come for me, my little slut," I whispered in her ear.Her hips picked up speed and I stayed with her but I had to let go just before her body jerked to her second orgasm of the day."Please, I must go," she said.I wasn't ready for her to go just yet, my hands were still moving.
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