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Skin.

She slipped her legs over his in the back of the cab as his hand glided up her left thigh, finding a nice home right below her panties. Within seconds a sweet kiss turned into a hard, passionate make-out session only to be interrupted by uneasy glances from the cabby in the rear view mirror. They looked like high school sweet hearts after prom giggling past the front deskman as they made a beeline for the elevator doors. Before they even had a chance to close, she was lifted up against the wall with her thick thighs squeezing hard around his waist. Eighteen floors felt like 18 years before they were finally in front of room 1802.

No teasin, You waited long enough. Go deep, Imma throw it at ya, Can you catch it. Don’t hold back, You know I like it rough. Know I’m feelin you, huh. Know you liking it, huh.

He hovered over her as she knelt on the edge of the bed, and proceeded to unbuckle his belt. His pants slid slightly exposing a huge bulge pressing against his boxer briefs. “And it’s not even my birthday,” she thought. She massaged his member as he brushed the hair from her face. It was so big, and her hands were so tiny. It took almost every ounce in her body to not swallow him whole right then and there. Instead, she slowly slid onto her back taking her top off along the way. As she stretched her arms over her head, and lifted her hips in the air he automatically slid off her skirt and panties while simultaneously kissing her breast and then her navel.

So why you standing over there witcha clothes on, Baby strip down for me, Go on take em off. Don’t worry baby, Imma meetcha’ half way, Cause I know you wanna see me.

All the lights in the room were off, but the moon shone bright through floor to ceiling windows exposing the silhouette of a beautiful, naked man that was about to be inside of her. Euphoria filled her body, and she writhed in ecstasy as he gently lifted up one of her legs straight in the air and kissed her inner thigh. Rihanna blared through his iPod, and she gyrated her hips to the beat. He played with her like a doll. Effortlessly positioning her here and there, one leg up, one leg down, on her side, on her back, kissing every inch of her body until a pool formed beneath her. Every caress was more intense than the last, and just when she thought she might explode from the build up he eased himself on top of her, their bodies nearly igniting upon contact.

No heels, No shirt, No skirt, All I’m in is just skin. No jeans, Take em off, Wanna feel your skin. You a beast, oh. You know that I like that. (your skin) Come here baby, All I wanna see you in is just skin.

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