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Holt
Joey yanks at my my belt buckle, then elastic band of my boxers. I occupy myself freeing her gorgeous, plump breasts from her lacy bra, dipping my tongue between the silky mounds to taste her skin. She bucks against me as I pull one taut n****e into my mouth, sucking and swirling.
“Holt . . . kiss me.”
I’d be happy to.
I’d be happy toI trail kisses from her breasts up to her mouth, savoring the faint flavor of champagne on her lips. Her warm fingers slide down the front of my pants, pulling me free. I groan at the sensation of her tight fist around my d**k. It feels so much better than my own.
She smiles at me sweetly and I kiss her again—unable to help myself. Her mouth is addicting. She knows exactly what she’s doing with her hand—running it up and down the length of me i
