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Harry straightened up, tore his belt away, and forced the zipper down. Only took a second to do it, then he was working his jeans down off his hips. And Kim was all over him, frantically unbuttoning his shirt, little moans and pants coming from her as she bared more and more of his skin.

Now his shirt was off and his Levis were down, he went to help Kim undress, but she was already out of everything and he was tempted to just fuck her, just like that, her still pushing down her slacks and her black nylon panties all in one go, him with his jeans around his knees, but no.

He wanted more from her. He wanted a complete, thorough fucking, bare skin everywhere he touched and nothing tangling him up as he brought her to her peak and kept her there. So he told her to hold out the boots that her bottoms and panties were caught on.

She turned to him, pushing out one boot for him to get, and he saw the soft split between her firmly rounded thighs, the openness like a flower in bloom, the tiny moist dewdrops that welled up with her arousal for him. It made Harry want to howl at the moon. She was pink and swollen and so slippery he didn’t even have to touch her to know he would slide right in. It was a sight that couldn’t help but engorge him, because it was an invitation to mate, more primal and meaningful than words could ever be.

And Kim saw the giant throbbing manhood jutting out, the dark hairs of his groin so far behind the bullish knob that it was like some cape thrown off by an entertainer before he performed. The ridges of his member, its purpleness, the thickness like that of her wrist and the length that made her dizzy when she tried to consider it.

Not that size mattered to her. Really. She’d had plenty of men who had been hung like horses, but ended up being too selfish or incompetent to get her off—that might as well have been endowed with nothing at all. But her breath caught with Harry, because she knew he wouldn’t just sate himself with that magnificent erection. He would use it to utterly satisfy her.

“Mmmm, my host,” she purred, looking nowhere but his manhood’s cyclopean opening and how it dribbled out white anticipation. “Before you give that to me, let me thank you for making me your sheath for tonight.”

And before he could attempt a comeback, she went to him with her hungering lips and gave him the subservience any woman would owe to so much hardened cock. What woman couldn’t appreciate feeling all that flesh pounding and throbbing between her lips, in her mouth?

Kim showed him how she would want it to fed to her by displaying how she could swallow it, in any hole he cared to put it in. Her lipstick-ringed mouth closed over the hot cockhead and then she plunged herself down on it, taking as much as she could no matter how her throat had to stretch to do it.

“Hell’s BELLS!” Harry’s eyes started to close, then he caught himself, clamping down on his magic before it got away from him like he was a teenager again.

His hips lunged up, and with it his throbbing hardness drove into her mouth until it got to the back of her throat. His hands went down, grabbing all they could of her dark hair to ensure that greedy mouth stayed where it was until it was sated.

Jesus, she really did want it—as much as Harry had ever wanted pussy, Kim wanted him. And he’d give her exactly what she wanted from him. Even if she ate him alive.

Kim swirled her tongue masterfully around his needful cockhead, tasting with moaned delight the flavorful precum that ran from him at her coaxing. She was so unselfconscious in her devotion to his endowment that warm saliva ran freely from her moving mouth, streaking down over his balls as her head bobbed up and down on his masculinity.

She came up to the font of his rising precum and smacked her lips in pure acceptance of the taste that greeted her, fresh on her tongue, quickly spreading to her chin where it shone glisteningly as a sign of just how devoted she was to Harry’s pleasure.