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Damon
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Damon turned to her, his eyes glinting with that certain look. He grinned
mischieviously as Barbara removed the sheer black negligee. His robe dropped
to the carpet.
There they stood, staring at one another's naked bodies, looking like
Apollo and Aphrodite.
"Damon," she purred," fuck me."
Without a sound, Damon glided over to her. Running his fingers through
her crimson hair, he cradled the back of her head as he kissed her deeply.
Her sigh was suprisingly loud as Damon began to trace a fine line with
his tongue down her neck.
"OOOhh!" she squirmed as he circled her taut nipples surmonting her
firm, high breasts.
His tongue was as flame, igniting her to ecstacies unimagined. He traced
down lower, stopping briefly at her navel, flicking in, then out, ever so
slowly. He then continued to the juncture of her thighs, moist with excitement.
His tongue gently caressed her clitoris like butterfly wings, then dove
deep within her, causing her to gasp.
"Oh that feels so, so good!" she breathed. Continuing his downward trek,
he covered her thighs with kisses, licked her smooth calves, then turned
to her and smiled.
began to trace a similar trail along Damon's athletic body. Nuzzling his
chest, she ran her fingers up and down his spine. Gently duplicating Damon's
idea, she began to circle his nipples with her tongue. Lower and lower she
went, finally pausing to take his tumescent penis into her mouth. She sucked,
tickled, licked it, and brought him close to the pinnacle of orgasm. She
tasted the first beads of come at the tip. By now, the time had come ...to
come.
Barbara straddled him, easily taking him into her. He felt her moist
love envelop him. He sighed. She began to lift herself, up and down, up
and down, in an intoxicating rhythm. Damon mirrored her, plunging deeper
with each stroke. The sweat began to glisten on their Olympian bodies. Soon
their moans of pleasure rose into the evening air. Grasping each other,
they thrust harder and harder, trying to become one. Orgasm rose like a
mountain peak before them, they only a fraction of a second from acme...climax.
White hot fire rained from the sky, the earth trembled, and the moon shed
tears of joy. They became one entity in the heights of climax.
Breathless, still within one another, they relaxed.
After a time of snuggling and cuddling, they separated. Damon stood,
and retrieved his robe from the floor. Barbara looked over, lustfully.
"Damon," she asked huskily," can we do that again?"
Damon turned to her, his eyes glinting with that certain look....
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