Although she wasn’t aware of my identity, she was clearly intent on getting closer. With an inviting look, she let her shirt fall away. I ran my fingers over her chest, teasing her until her breaths grew shallow. Since the accident, she’d been acting differently-more daring, less restrained.

She turned around, arching her back slightly. Everything was on display, and with every passing moment, she grew more aroused. It wasn’t long before her hand drifted lower, touching herself lightly. But she wanted more than her own touch-she reached for me, wrapping her fingers around my length. She leaned in, using her mouth to wet the tip before taking me deeper, slowly at first, then with growing hunger. The sensation was overwhelming, and I gently guided her head, losing myself in the rhythm.




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When she pulled back, her eyes were glazed with desire. She was more than ready for me, and she made sure I knew. I needed to taste her first, so I lowered my mouth to her core. She gasped as I explored her with my tongue, her sweetness driving me wild. All I could think about was being inside her.

Then it was her turn. She opened herself to me, and I slowly parted her folds. She was tight, and as I pushed into her, I felt a rush of pure need. I couldn’t hold back-I wanted all of her. I laid her back, and she widened her legs, giving herself completely. With every thrust, her moans grew louder, her body arching to meet mine. I moved faster, and she gripped the edge of the table, bracing herself as I went deeper, hitting that spot that made her tremble. When I pulled back, her body clenched, craving more.

Then she turned over, ready for me to take her from behind.