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power to force her. He cared little for her as a woman. Ben cared. He lusted after her and was a little
scared of it. But his feelings were legitimate. He was a real man and Velvet responded powerfully to that.
Fucking Ben would be good because it was something they both wanted with all their hearts and souls.
Fucking with Williamson didn't even give her the emotional release of masturbation. If anything, fingering
her own clit got her off better than letting him plunge his filthy cock all the way up her pussy.
Still, Velvet knew the way those things worked. If she wanted the job, she had to put out. But with Ben,
she could be herself. She meant it when she told him it didn't matter if he gave her the reporting
assignment. She wasn't using sex as a weapon to get what she wanted. She just wanted his cock filling
her tight little pussy to overflowing.
That was good enough for her.
He broke the heavy kiss and gasped out. "Shit, you're a hot one. And I can barely wait to get it in you!"
"Don't talk," she said, whispering hotly in his ear. "Do it! Show me exactly what you want to do!"
She crushed her lips to his again, this time parting them slightly. The dark-haired woman felt his tongue
forcing its way into her mouth. She resisted. Her tongue pressed into the tip of his, dueling with it. But
the pressure forced her back.
Soon they were frolicking and dancing around, their tongues massaging and stroking against one another
until they were covered with sweat and gasping heavily for air.
Velvet broke off the passionate kiss this time. Her face was hot and flushed and she felt the way her
heart hammered beneath her breast. The mounds of titflesh had swelled and quivered with her lust now.
She had to have more. Her pink bikini panties were drenched with her cunt oils and she realized she
couldn't take much more of this without getting off.
The woman wanted her orgasm to come when the man's prick jabbed hard and deep into her cunt, not
an instant before.
"Wet," he said, his hand running between her thighs. She tensed her muscles and pressed her legs tightly
together. The feel of his hand working along the length of her sex gash sent tremors throughout her body.
This was nice; it would be better soon.
"For you, Ben darling," she said. Her hands stroked through the man's hair as she straddled his waist.
This wasn't the most comfortable position since it spread her legs almost painfully wide. Also, her
damned panties were still between his prick and her needy, dripping pussy.
His hands worked down the naked woman's flanks, tracing out each and every rib, then moving up
under her boobs. He took one jug in each hand, then squeezed. Velvet thought she was going to lose her
mind as the carnal sensations wracked her body. The feel of his fingers against her soft, creamy titflesh
made her think he had dipped his hands in acid.
But he'd done nothing of the sort. She was just so powerfully turned on, every single touch was
magnified a dozen times. In spite of herself, she felt her hips thrusting and moving back and forth on the
man's lap. His prick was still hidden behind his fly. She had to change that. But her hands trembled so
much, she moved instead to the easier task of getting Ben's shirt off. She ended up stripping it apart,
sending buttons flying like tiny tops to all parts of the room. It was crude but it worked.
"Move over a little," he urged. His hands worked across her waist and lifted her so that she was
straddling only one of his legs. The impact of his upper thigh against her crotch was almost more than she
could stand. Velvet began moving to and fro, trying to imitate a good fucking rhythm, as she ground her
pussy down powerfully into his leg. She left behind a long wet spot, but neither noticed.
Ben quickly freed his cock and Velvet immediately felt that hot, hard shaft of cockflesh pressing into her
thigh. Reaching down, she grabbed it just under the purpled head. Never had a cock felt nicer to her.
She couldn't wait to get it inside her where it would do her even more good.
"Those panties have got to go," said Ben. The sweat poured from his face as he bent forward and kissed
at her jiggling knockers. His tongue reached out and played with one of her turgid nipples. A lightning
bolt of delight lanced into her chest. She leaned back under that oral assault and would have fallen if he
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