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</div><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 204, 153)">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">I</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 204, 153)"> feel you, Jason, now more than ever."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> Rose replied, gasping intermittently with each forceful grinding motion.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">G</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">ood," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">Jason responded, groaning again as the pelvic motions synced and rubbed at the same exact moment. It produced a sensation that was deeply erotic.  </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"I feel you too, Rose."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> He told her. "all this time,"   He smiled as he continued dark curly strands of dark brown-nearly black tresses peeking through from under the beanie she'd gotten him for Christmas. She'd even went so far as to work two jobs to get him backstage, at a concert of one of his favorite bands before they disbanded after the lead singer tragically took his own life. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"All this time. Every single day since you were 16. The day you turned a woman in my eyes, have I wanted to know what you felt like, tasted like--how your body moved. Would it tremble from fear and disgust-- or would you bask in knowing I would always treat you right and fair? I may have wanted this moment since you were 16, but I have loved you for far longer."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> He grabbed Roses ass, hiking her panties up over her shapely bottom and rocked her crotch against his rough, eyes fluttering closed as he gave a moan, feeling her underwear ride up the length of his cock.<br/>
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</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">J</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">ason groaned as Rose shifted restlessly atop his lap, straddling him like a prized stallion. She felt so damn good, his tip pressing into the softest of places in her panties, the region where her thighs made a small but noticed gap where her folds gave way to the cavernous depths of her cervix. But, Jason's cock had, had enough teasing and nearly burst from his trousers revealing its true size; length and width alike. It throbbed openly, the soft but remarkably considerable proportion in comparison to any other she may have...encountered. There was no doubt it would fill her, the question now became, was it going to be <b>too much</b>?<br/>
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</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">O</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">h my god Jason."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> She murmured as she felt the bulging vein that ran the length of his proportion, rubbing roughly between the folds that hid the tightness of the valley in-between her thighs that had grown saturated. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">R</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">ose's hands were busy, roaming his compact, muscled shoulders and down his limber arms which made her feel safe, secure--protected. The way he moved against her, she could feel the emergence of his cock becoming ever more a reality. Their mouths a tangle of bliss and spearmint and a hint of dark chocolate that somehow got lost in the messs of fondling tongues and tonsil hockey. But during their excitement, Jason's cock came free. No longer bound the briefs that had held it constrained,  a wide and thick  Flung outward towards his sister's stomach, smacking up against with a heavy clap. He wasn't even fully hard and he was already causing looks of bewilderment.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 204, 153)">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">J</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 204, 153)">ase, how did...I mean...Wow." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">She said in surprise, gawking at his girth. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">J</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">ason's cock was long, thick and had a deep curve to it so that if and when he would enter her, it would push his soft, wid head right against the ridges that formed along her roof where her g-spot was. The tip was especially wide and he would no doubt loosen her up quite a bit--which would hurt at first--a lot--and feel really good because it would fill her at the same time. He brought one of her small hands up to his cock, gently folded her fingers around it and began making her stroke him with slow pumps. From just below the tip down the length of his stout shaft. Watching her grow only more excited, he removed his hand from hers.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"All yours."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> Was all he said before lifting a finger up. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"But first,"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> Jason then leaned forwards towards,  sliding his gruff hands along the spaces of her ribs, fingers span the breadth of her ribcage. His fingers would make short work of her bra, peeling the straps from her shoulders.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">R</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">ose's breasts were ambrosial to the eyes, her body's musk; mixed with a light smattering of her perfume was like a fragrance a flower couldn't dare bloom with. Not because it was to pungant, no, because it would draw too much attention. He leaned in and took one of her pink, taut nipples for his own tasting pleasure, between his teeth, peeling it back away from the darkened flesh surrounding it by tugging on it gently. Jason's hands, in the meanwhile, lifted and grabbed each mound of flesh, and muscle, and began to knead the twin mountains; contracting, squeezing and rubbing all at once, all together. His right thumb toyed with her other nipple all the while, his lips sweetly caressed and suckled upon her right. A strand of saliva, extended itself when he broke contact with her right nipple and diverted his attention to the left.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">A</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">s his lips settled around the stiffened bud, his tongue danced and stroked her nipple wildly. His teeth would clamp down occasionally, trapping the blood in her nipple and heightening its receptors and flooding its capacity to feel, with a deluge swift but sensual licks, his lips giving her a suckling motion that would feel like a massage between his lips. His fingers were pulling, pinching and rolling the damp nipple he'd just left behind. The pain was sharp, crisp, and clear. But it wasn't so much she couldn't handle, he'd never do something he felt she couldn't take. His cock was...another story.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"Is this what you truly want, Rose? There's no going back--if we do this--it can't be undone," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">He warned her, petting her hair as he took long deep, shivering breaths. He was trying so hard to stay calm, but she could tell from the way he quivered--he wanted her. All of her. Mind.Body. Soul. All of it.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"Yes Jason, I'm sure. I want you. I don't care if people find out, I know what I'm feeling right now and it's not just because of George. It may have only been a few hours but I've never been so sure of anything before."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> Rose explained as calmly as she could, with him teasing her how he was, it was hard not to utter the muffled gasps and moans.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">T</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">o show him she was sure, she even kissed Jason deeply, reeling him in as she gripped the middle of his hard, long shaft. Her hand unsurely, but bravely fanning the flames of his desires by stroking him like a piston--up and then down, up and then down. His tip so swollen, it was oozing precum from the tip with aptly lubricated his cock. He was so big, so round, that she could hardly get her hand around his cock to sufficiently stroke him. She managed to do the best she could, wishing she could do better. Then, almost as if he'd heard her thoughts stood up in front of her and stripped off his black plaid boxers and scooped up her coppery strands in a tightfisted bun.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">D</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">o you trust me, Rose?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> Jason asked of her.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">A</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">lways,"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> She breathed, looking up at him, eyes glazed and passionate, body wanting to be touched in places by the man standing before her now.<br/>
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</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">T</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">he thought had never so much crossed her mind until that day was over. Now that it came and went, and he was naked before, standing amidst the dozens of sparkling lights, it all seemed so romantic and like it was meant to be.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">D</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">o your brother a favor, he is so very messy,"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> He began. His voice changed. Her feverish body had been acclimated to such a smoky, sultry sound coming from the throes of his passions played. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"Clean him up, will you?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000"> His eyes seemed to dimly illuminate like dancing maniacal flames. His voice, deep and raspy. It sent chills of the all too good kind crawling up her back, making her spine straighten up and her to sit obediently and attentively to his commands, his words. </span></span><span style="font-size: 22px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 128, 0)"> <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">O</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">pen nice and wide for me,"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 128, 0)"> Jason growled, it made Rose quiver with excitement. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">S</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 128, 0)">he did as she was told, opening her mouth, albeit bashfully. She had never performed this on Jason and on once or twice on George. Rose's mouth opened proportionately, and tipping her head back some, he drew his wet cock over her lips. He was salty, but he had a fruity flavor to him. He did like fruits particularly apples, grapes, bananas, peaches and so on. So, his cum's consistency tasted as such and wasn't as harsh to the palate as some guys were. He pushed his cock against her tongue, he was a lot bigger than George was, it stretched her jaw to its limit--but he kept going.  Gripping her hair firmly, he ushered himself into her moist mouth which grew frothy with the taste of him. He then slid back, deliberately against her lower teeth; grating and pushed forwards once again, delving his dick downwards, the tip playing tonsil hockey in the back of her throat.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">N</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffcc99">ow suck, nice and hard for me, won't you?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 128, 0)"> He asked, rocking his hips back and forth, his hand pressing and guiding her mouth the entire way through his slow, palpable thrusting. His free hand worked magic on her jaw when he would shift all the way to back of her throat and would cause her jaw muscles to tense up. He would help alleviate the contraction of tendons, easing them into putty-like compliance. Using the tips of his fingers he focalized on certain points, rubbed and massaged the deep tissues with his fingertips, making the taut rubbery feeling and more accepting of his size.<br/>
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