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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Rafael’s face contorted before a wicked expression crossed his face. He soothingly drew his fingers through Aven’s hair, painting with each peppered kiss against the tip of his cock. If they had the time, he would’ve asked for more than a few minutes. Hell, they would’ve left this kitchen a long time ago. He was overwhelmed with nostalgia then, thinking of all the times they would escape to a hotel room for the night or the weekend if he was lucky. Perhaps then was when he got too greedy as Danielle realized it impossible for a man to work so much and still come home so happy and the many times, he left Aven, he always returned ecstatic.<br/>
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“Oh shit,” Rafael cried as his head tipped back. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax into Raven's touch: gentle and tender with his jewels as she suckled the taut skin of his manhood. With each bob of her head, he sunk further into her fleshy mouth, memories of her cunt wrapped and molded around the member still bright and present in his mind. He looked down at her with narrowed slits of blue, drawing his palm to the side of her face to cradle her head in his hands. He didn’t need to do much work as Aven was doing her darndest to draw him to the same point of euphoria as he had with her earlier. He bent at the knees now, curling his hips upward in tandem with her strokes. Her tongue roamed freely over the vein surface of his cock, growing hotter with each burning and quick pass of her mouth over him.<br/>
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“Oh god Aven,” Rafael cried out as she released his cock, the cool air immediately seizing the freed extension. The fierce look on his face was that of a fat man determined to give her what she’d wanted. Both hands now came across Aven’s face, his thumbs rubbing against her bright bottom lip, plump with mild swelling. He pushed his thumbs inside, exploring her succulent sweet lips before pushing himself forward. He’d every intention of being gentle but was coaxed into madness as his cock tunneled down Aven’s throat. He’d only resisted fucking her face completely knowing she’d have t find some excuse to answer for th sudden raspy voice. He lightened up, giving Aven back the reins. Though Rafael bucked against her, tapping her chin with his swelling balls as he encouraged the quick bobbing of Aven’s head.<br/>
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A gargled moan was trapped in his throat, hissed out between his teeth instead as he smashed the tip of his cock against the ridges of the back of her throat.<br/>
“Fuck,” Rafael cried as he began to cum. The waxen liquid was not as plentiful as earlier as his depravity had settled down, but he wasn’t at all quick in his release. His hands came at the back of her head as he jolted, giving short quick thrusts until each drop was squeezed from his sack. His hand came around the base of his cock, stroking himself into Aven’s mouth as she began to pull back. He brushed the tip against her lips, watching as the last dew drop of cum fell and curved against her pout. Danielle hated giving him head. His chest rose and fell quickly with each pant as the blood began to rush back to his head.<br/>
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“Stay with me tonight – after the opening,” he breathed out. He couldn't tell if it was delirium or post nut clarity, but he knew there was unfinished business between him and Aven . . . things had changed. They’d made the choice for themselves rather than fate the previous time. Would it be so dangerous to try again and see what happens?”<br/>
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