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Why is it you have Sizzling hot phone sex with me? Because I love hardcore rough sex where you set the rhythm. Gently, tenderly. You feel as if you are burning from the inside out. My breathing turned ragged, yours labored. My body feels every stroke of your cock in me, stretching me, claiming me, while I surround you in a sheath ablaze. The friction as you ride me is phenomenal.

You tighten your fingers around me, holding me beneath you, staring down into my eyes, your body on fire, in paradise. Already, far too soon, that feeling is starting in your toes and moving up the backs of your calves. Flames lick up your legs, threatening a firestorm. My breathing is ragged, labored, my hips moving to match yours, my sheath gripping so tightly it feels as if you are being swallowed alive and is being strangled by that silken, scorching-hot velvet glove.

“CUM with me” you command.

My gaze clings to yours, and you see what you needed all along. I let go, my hips bucking, the waves so intense, so strong my sheath clamps down on yours. And then the flames reached your balls and the seeds boiling there. As if I touched a match to a stick of dynamite, you erupt.

A long intense explosion, jet after jet splashing my walls, triggering stronger ripples in me.

We ride them out together, soaring, shuddering, our hearts beating wildly out of rhythm. There is such freedom in the feelings. Even as we cling together.

My hand reaches for your semi-hard cock,

my fist sliding up and down your shaft almost lazily. Sending heat spiraling right down to your spine. You took a breath and tried to think with a clear mind.

My hand stopped, but my fist tightened, squeezing down, threatening to strangle you. The sensation tears through your body. A firestorm burned out of control in your belly. I prop myself on one elbow, turning my body towards yours, leaning over your thigh so my hair brushed over your legs and groin.

The mass of hair a whisper of silk, teasing every one of your senses causes me to grin, and a slow burn to flare in your mind.

“You started something you cannot leave in the middle of it. I want that mouth of yours wrapped around my cock” you said. Then you catch my hand and guide it, till it was gliding up and down again.

You love the fact I am already sliding my thumb over the crown and using my saliva to keep you slick so I could easily glide my fist in the rhythm you had set.

Then laying fully on you I wiggled downward till your legs part for me. You stretch, linking your fingers behind your head, propping yourself so you can lay back and enjoy.

THIS is a challenge I could not ignore.

Licking up your shaft and then twirling my tongue around your head I savored every drop and smear of our previous orgasming. My mouth engulfs you. When you see my naturally rosy lips stretched around your girth your cock sent more steel to your cock.

“Your taste, I love the way you taste, we taste. The feel of you, like velvet but then so hard. And hot. So very hot. The shape of you. I especially love how hard you get, right in my mouth.”

My tongue swirling up your shaft and then teased under your crown until you think your head will explode. You cannot lay there as you planned.

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