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[smokedout]

[The words put a dastardly grin on his face, and he finally reaches out to grip her hips.]

That's what I like to hear.

[His hands move down to the seam between her legs, gripping the fabric and tearing it like paper. He reaches up to burn away the zipper, neatly pulling the torn jeans off and letting them hit the floor. His pants are pulled down and her panties are pushed to the side, and he pushes himself inside of her without much more teasing. He's twitching with excitement, leaning down to press his lips against hers as he bottoms out.]

[blindpuppet]

[A clipped gasp catches in Enis's throat as his hands roughly grab at her hips. She can feel the toxic heat of his fingers sinking through the fabric and into her skin as his words whispered in its greedy tune.

Tension and pressure wrap around her thighs as Dodger roughly tears her clothes from her lethal frame. There is something incredibly hot about the way it felt ot have her clothes ripped off her and Dodger eagerly thrust inside of her. It was surprising, causing her to tense as her body ached from being filled so suddenly, forced to mold and grip his cock. Her gasp was once again caught but this time it was muffled by his hips.

Her body shivered with the fire that Dodger stoked as her hips rose to stir his erection inside of her.

Their game was addicting and Enis had the feeling that maybe of their meetings will end in a similar way. That was, unless she stopped it or Dodger grew bored with her.]