The hand in his hair tightened not quite to the point of pain, the only warning he had before Lynn spilled warm and salty down his throat. Anderson slowly pulled off his c**k, licking Lynn clean along the way. Sitting up, he drew the panties off entirely, lovely though they were, then ditched his own boxers. He spread Lynn's heavy thighs further apart, dipped one hand down to push two fingers into Lynn's hole, not at all surprised to find he was already slick and stretched. He shivered, bent to drop wet kisses on Lynn's heated, sweaty skin, nipping sharply before drawing back again. "You've been busy while I slept: getting fired, getting breakfast, getting yourself ready for me."
"Been too keyed up to sleep much," Lynn replied. "Stop being a jerk and f**k me already."
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