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molecular cell structures in their ear canals to rave and collide. He looked into her piercing dark brown eyes, his heart about to beat out of his chest as he prepared to turn up the notch on the seductive festivities…
     
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    Xenia bit down hard on her full bottom lip as he slowly slid her down the wall, carried her away and swung their bedroom door open. He took her to the top of their winding staircase.
    Oh shit, I knew it . Every time we go too long without sex, this is what happens. … He wears me out, does crazy shit. I wanted it, I have no idea how I kept falling asleep like this. Never mind that, he is going to kill my pussy. The last time this happened, he was out of town for four days. He came home and attacked me, right there in the laundry room. I couldn’t even get my clothes off. … He slammed the door and locked it so the kids wouldn’t see. Up on the dryer, he turned it on and fucked me fast, sideways. No warning, nothing … felt so damn good ...
    Xenia continued to reminisce as she watched Saint drift into obscure thoughts. During the laundry room tryst, she’d tried to not think of the bleach and detergent spilling all over the floor any further, making a disaster. Instead, she focused on the moment, and now she was doing the same.
    Her soft, big, curly afro had been pinned into a wondrous puff ; now, the clip and flower were lost. It had happened some time between her husbands repeated manhandling of her nature and his sensual kisses up and down her weakened body. It wasn’t uncommon for him to give her five different hairstyles before their lovemaking sessions were over. She chuckled inside at the thought as she ran her fingers through her soft coif.
    S till blaring loudly throughout the house, the music was no worry; their children were spending the night at their grandmother’s with their cousin and aunt. She knew Saint meant what he said—that he’d be making up for lost time.
    She wanted him so badly; she tried to stay up but then, she would succumb to her overwhelming exhaustion. She’d been working hard for her new radio talk show and it had worn her down—and now, he was going to wear her down too, bit by bit, flesh to flesh; she was done for. She knew he was possessive of not only her, but also their sex life. He treated it like a living, breathing independent entity that needed to be fed and loved, and his intensity for it never lessoned. It only grew stronger, more demanding and nastier...
    Before she knew it, he walked down a few steps then sat down on one, having her face him and straddle his lap. She wrapped her warm thighs around his waist and looked him in the eye , while tracing his bare, sweaty chest with her fingertips, to his navel. Then he lifted her up, and she braced herself when he grabbed his thick, long cock and pushed half-way up inside of her, causing her to fall to the side, to shudder and moan.
    “Mmmmm! Oh, S aint…” she cried as she pressed her eyes closed, anticipating his next move.
    He tightened his hold as he moved his bare ass up and down off the steps, going down, down, down, one by one, thrusting inside of her tight, wet canal a few times on each step while he maneuvered his way slowly but surely. They sighed simultaneously, going into some strange, tantric trance and dance of him fastening her to his in-motion body, his pelvis rotating, as he moved deeply inside of her. She opened her eyes then quickly closed them again as he buried himself all the way, shocking her senses.
    “Oh shit ,” Xenia uttered as she held on to him, her body limply accepting the sweet fucking he was administering.
    He crawl ed down the steps slowly, like a crab, twisting his waist in strange, sharp, rhythmic ways as he continued to push into her with careful precision. The hardness of his dick, the coolness of the steps and the way he took the curves of the staircase was just too much to bear. She started to cum again, to rain down on his stiff, hungry dick, to coat