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felt like small flames licking at her skin. Hot desire flooded her pussy.
She slid her hands up and down his solid back, before moving lower and adjusting them so that she was cupping his hard cock through the fabric of his shorts. She began rubbing it. He let lose a deep moan.
She began moving her hands up until she reached the waistband of his shorts.   Reaching her hand down his shorts, she reached in and pulled out his rock hard cock.   As she began to stroke his cock, she felt it begin to throb beneath her touch.
He stopped kissing her. “I think it's time for you to stop before I shoot my load.” She smiled a devilish grin as she continued to stroke it. “At least let me stand up while you kneel in front of me.”
She finally let go of his cock and he got up. She stood up and knelt before him. She stroked the length of his dick before she slid it in and allowed him to fuck her mouth.
Moments later when she sensed he was close to coming, she slid his cock out. When he came he cried out. It splashed all over breasts and in her face.
He wasn't finished with her yet. He took her in his arms and lowered her to the bed. He covered her with the weight of his body. In one swift move he sank his cock into her pussy.
He began to drive in and out of her. The man was an expert when it came to pleasuring women. She clung to him as the heat between them built up to a burning inferno. They both cried out simultaneously.
Jena's body rocked with the most powerful orgasm she ever experienced. Where had the guy learned to fuck like that?
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“ S o what did Blain want?” Stacy asked an hour later when Jena returned to the cabana after making love to the man one more time. She needed to freshen up and get ready for lunch.
“He asked me to model for him. One of their models backed out at the last minute without warning.”
“That's wonderful news. Did he tell you what you are going to be modeling?"
Jena realized she had been so excited about the job offer she forgot to ask about the specific details such as what she would be wearing in this photo shoot.
“No. I didn't think to ask.”
“You better hope this isn't a nude modeling job.”
“I doubt I'll be doing any nude posing anytime soon.”
“How can you be so sure about that?”
“The photos he takes are to be used in Lipstick & Stilettos Magazine.”
“You are so lucky,” Stacy said with a sigh. “So when does this fantastic opportunity take place?”
“I was thinking after lunch today.”
“That works out perfect. I have an appointment at the spa today for an afternoon-filled session of pampering.”
“After this photo shoot, I might just spend my evening there getting the royal treatment myself.”
Jena looked at her watch. It was later than she originally thought. “I need to hurry and get ready to go,” she said as she rushed into the bathroom.
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When Jena and Blain arrived back at his cabana after enjoying a nice lunch in the dining room, Blain handed her a bag.   “You can go ahead and change into that.”
She opened the bag and pulled out the skimpiest bikini she ever saw along with the signature spiked Stilettos and shade of lipstick used by all the magazines models.
When she turned to walk into the bathroom, he asked, “Where are you going?”
“I’m going into the bathroom to get changed.”
“You can change into it right here.”
“Oh, okay.” She was nervous, but she didn't know why.
“Don’t you think it's a bit too late for you to be acting all modest around me.”
She giggled nervously. He made a point. She began stripping out of her clothes while Blain fiddled around with the camera equipment.
She slipped into the bikini, slid on the Stilettos and put a coat of the shiny metallic red lipstick on her lips, the official trademarks of the magazine. He looked up at her a few minutes later. “Ready?”
“Yeah. Where do you want me to stand?” She looked around nervously.
“No, I don't want you to stand anywhere.”
“You