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<div style="text-align: right">rafael silva<br/>
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</div></div><i>"I don't want you to stop, Rafael. . .I want you to fuck me."</i><br/>
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His tongue whipped against his bottom lip in pleasure at her wicked words as they crashed against his ear. He was pulled in again for another kiss. The passion was too raw, scratching at Rafael's insides like a caged animal just inches from freedom. He pulled away reluctantly, his bottom lip dragged outward by Aven's teeth until they released with a snap. Rafael's eyes grew brighter in lust, his hands gripping her thighs much tighter in his hands. He watched with desperation as Aven's thumbs hooked into her belt loops after unzipping them, pulling them down quickly until they pooled at the back of her knees. His hands bunched around the fabric, yanking them to her ankles.<br/>
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<i>"Touch me. Please touch me."<br/>
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Rafael leaned in; his nose dipped between her folds before drawing up to rub against her nub. He shuddered from the gentle pulse, the fabric growing slicker with each second of her wanting growing more evident. His hands came up to tug down her underwear.<br/>
"Aven," he crooned against her insides, his breath hot between her thighs. Rafael pressed lithe kisses along her lips, his tongue flickering out teasingly. He'd beg, but that was the end of his niceties. His mouth hovered over her, gently nudging aside, and flattening his tongue against her. In and out, in and out until his mouth captured her honey pot. Rafael made a sound in his throat that could be determined as a moan but was choked back as he burrowed himself deeper. He knew she wanted him and as two anguished and distressed lovers, he felt there was no wrongdoing in allowing themselves to indulge in the sweet sinful coitus.<br/>
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He urged himself deeper at the tug of his hair, Aven's firm digits traveling through the dark curls, guiding him without any push back. He knew what she needed and what she liked; Rafael had become a master of Aven's body and even in absence, he remained well versed. His lips led wet kisses up her abdomen, sticky some from the liquid that stained his lips without a care. He'd undid the buttons of his jeans and let them crash to the ground. His lips took hold of Aven's once more as his two fingers worked into her. All the while his prick grew harder, desperate to come out in one grand opening the minute it was freed from his briefs. He focused on Aven though; the way her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he began a steady rhythm.<br/>
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His thumb wiggled against her clit as he burrowed his face into her neck again. He'd no right to claim her and he fought hard against his urges – how liberating they had been in their previous years. It'd take Danelle much longer to recognize the glances the two shared, the way Aven would touch her neck mid thought.<br/>
"God, I missed you," he croaked as he felt her hips rise, even meeting each of his thrusts. The head of his manhood stretched against the fabric, anxious in wanting to feel her snug self, jealous as she coiled around his fingers. She was wet, sloppy, and slippery. The sound louder and messier each and every time he drove back into her.<br/>
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He wanted her, yearned for her despite the fact he had her wrapped around his fingers. It was a nostalgic feeling in knowing the chance he could never have her like this, in his arms again. He couldn't wait any longer. Rafael fumbled with the elastic edge of his boxers, grabbing himself firmly and tugging Aven forward with one hand, while the other sheathed himself into her with one swift stroke. He bit down on her jaw, grunting as both hands met the dimples of her hips and held tight as he thrusted himself upward. His meaty thighs fought hard to stretch her legs further, allowing him to penetrate the root of her much deeper.<br/>
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She was smooth and at first taut, but his cock was unyielding, nudging the roof of her cunt until she welcomed him and opened in embrace. There was nothing he could say in that moment that would ever clearly express his feelings. So, he pressed her down, allowing his body to speak for him. As though punishing her for the agonies he faced without her, Rafael began to hammer into Aven. He gave her exactly what she wanted: strong harsh poundings, his cock drilling deeper into her womb.<br/>
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His hands eagerly took her breasts. He stood in his kitchen unashamed, his bare cheeks clenching with each thrust as his scrotum slapped the back of her thighs. And he knew he was a bastard – oh God he was a dirty dog. But in that moment Rafael thought of one thing and he remained focused on it: fucking Aven until she cried mercy as she milked him dry.</div></span>