<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Ever ready to follow her command, Cameron did cum -- much.  Explosively, and with a bitten-off shout that he immediately muffled by seizing her lips with his, kissing her as frantically as he was driving his cock into her.  His hand flicked at her clit, desperate to have her join him in orgasm.  <br/>
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He filled her to overflowing, dampening the sheets beneath them with their mixed juices, driving his deep deep into her cunt with breathless, desperate moans.  Unable to maintain the position any longer his hand slipped from her clit and slid up to her breast, rubbing her nipple between thumb and forefinger as his hips stuttered against her.<br/>
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Cameron came down slowly, breathing hard.  Despite his spent state, he did not withdraw from her.  He had every intention of leaving his softening cock nestled where it was -- to leave her filled with him for as long as she would allow it.  When reason reasserted himself, he began to kiss her -- tenderly now, infinitely gentle.  The hand he'd teased her breast with came up to stroke the hair away from her face so that he could kiss her eyelids, the bridge of her nose.  "Often," he promised.  "Often, and always, and only -- those are my promises to you, bright heart."</span></span>