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He gazes at her body. The teen didn’t glance at her chest much. Yes, she did have nice, average breasts, however, he never had a fondness for them like most guys did.
She had gotten older from the last time they met in this contained place. He wanted to smell and run his fingers through her hair. He wanted to rub her neck until it got sore. Leave purplish marks on it from kissing the nape of her neck. She had gotten curvier, her hips weren’t hourglass shaped, but they were definitely round. He wanted to grip her hips and grind into her. What would she look like filled with their combined bodily fluids? He wanted to give her pleasure. He pictured her red face, panting, pleading for more. Oh, he was so willing to give more.
He wanted to pull her in, closer, and close the gap between them. He pictured himself exploring her body, sliding his hands on her neck, along her waist and down to her genitalia. Feeling the insides of her vagina, pumping his fingers and increasing the speed till she unraveled under his touch.
His mind wanders to an image of her taking him in her mouth. He imagines pulling her hair, whispering dirty thoughts into her ear, and pushing her head closer to his dick. He loses when it comes to oral sex. After almost two minutes, he shoots his semen. He can’t control it. He can’t force it to stop so he can have a bigger orgasm. The thought of her tasting him and sucking his tip makes him crazy. His body would vibrate after he reaches his edge and spills over. He’d immediately groan, her touch is just that good for him.
If he asked her to do these things, she might agree. He’s not sure if he’s excited or frightened by that realization.
His hips stutter and he lets out a low moan. He grips the sheets as he rams into nothingness, curled up sideways on the bed. A dark, moist, and sticky spot grows in his pants.