He carried me straight to the bed and dropped me lightly onto the soft mattress, my back sinking into the pillows. I bounced once, legs splayed, skirt still shoved to the side from our couch activities. He stared down at me with that predatory, dark smile, his chest rising and falling heavily. Without wasting time, he started unbuckling his clothes. His fingers worked the button and zipper of his trousers with practiced speed, shoving them down his hips along with his boxers in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free immediately, thick, veined, and rock-hard once again. It bobbed heavily in the air, the head glistening with a fresh bead of precum and the remnants of my wetness from downstairs.“Damn babe, look at you,” he murmured, kicking the pants aside and crawling onto the bed between my spread legs. His hand wrapped around his dick, stroking it slowly from base to tip as he positioned himself. “Still so wet for me. That little couch ride wasn’t enough, was it?”I shook my head,
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