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squeezing them until she could feel the
pain.
    Sal felt
nothing but pleasure.   Her nipples were
dark and so succulent that he started licking them and rubbing them.   Then he was squeezing her entire mounds again
as he sucked them.   When he realized they
were swollen to the point of pain, he moved down.   He began kissing her stomach, her bikini
line, and then he was between her legs, kissing her there.
    Gemma began
to squirm in bed as his tongue began to lick her.   Because Sal moved so slowly, so achingly
slow, that every fiber of her vagina felt the scorch or his tongue.   He was flicking her clit and licking and
kissing her with a mastery that made her lick her own lips and close her own
eyes as he took her to that sensual of sensual places.
    And when he
began eating her; when he began to part her folds and eat her pussy, she lifted
her upper body as if she had to sit up and take notice.   But Sal forced her back down as he continued
to eat her.   “It’s alright, baby,” he
said to her.   “I won’t hurt you.   I just want need to eat you.”
    Gemma felt
the full force of that meal as he went down even further inside of her.   And then his head was bobbing, moving up and
down along her folds, and she was holding his head and directing his movements.
    Sal loved it
when Gemma gave direction.   She knew
exactly where she wanted him to go.   She
was moving his head as if he was a vibrator, but no vibrator ever invented could
make her feel the way Sal made her feel.   She was on the verge of an orgasm of earth shattering proportions.
    Sal moved
up.   He knew when she was on the verge
and he wanted her to get the full effect.   He eased his fully aroused penis to the tip of her super-wet vagina and
shoved it in.
    Gemma cried
out when she felt the force, and opened her legs wider as he pushed further and
further in.   She had never known a man
who could make her feel so exhilarated just from the wave of his initial entry.   But Sal always made her feel that way.
    And when he
began to fuck her, she felt as if her world was spinning.   “I won’t hurt you, sweet baby,” he kept
telling her, but he was putting a sweet hurting on her pussy.   She could feel his bigness with every push
in.   She could feel the very veins of his
rod with every scrape of her insides that his masterful movements
performed.   He was putting it on her and
she was taking it.   She was in that place
of love where her orgasm remained on the verge, and the climax was a long,
continual feeling of his great sex.
    Sal felt her
too.   He felt her to the roots of his
hair.   He was in his stroke now.   He was in his groove.   And his ass was moving around and around as
he fed her and she gave it up for him.   He’d never wanted to fuck anybody more than he always wanted to fuck
Gemma, and every time he had the pleasure to do her, he made the most of it.
    He was
making the most of it tonight.   He was
keeping her on the verge, that perfect sex, until he was on the verge
himself.   And then it couldn’t get any
better.   He fucked her longer than they
thought would have been possible when he first took her to their bed.   Until his stroking became more arduous
because her pussy became narrower, and she climaxed with a hard clench that
stopped his strokes completely.
    And he came
too.    His ass squeezed and his shoulders
tightened and the veins of his arms revealed themselves in brilliant
display.   He grunted as he released
inside of her.   Because he was pouring
out.   Because the sex she gave to him was
more than an exercise.   It was a feeling
that was beyond description.   It was a
feeling that took him to a place that made him feel as if he was levitating.  
    And then he
was fucking her again, as the sloshing sounds of his cum forced it out and down
her thighs.   And Gemma was climaxing
again.   She thought it was over, but as
soon as he began fucking again, her orgasm reignited again.   And they were