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Allison moans when Russell’s hand delves between her legs, teasing her sensitive parts just how she likes it. “You gonna ride me this morning?” Russell questions, working his fingers faster which makes her hips buck against him. Too breathless for words, Allison nods.

In a blink, he has shifted to his back while sliding her over his hips, spreading her wide. “Yeah, sugar, just like that,” Russell murmurs, lining up his cock with her entrance. Allison drives herself down on his engorged length taking him deep. Russell grunts while she groans as she bottoms out. “Fuck, baby!”

Allison rises and falls, chasing the high her man has given her over and over again. It crosses her mind; this is never going to get old. Every time they come together is better than the last. “I’m gonna come!” she cries. Russell grips her hips, pumping up into her with more fervor. “Russell!” The orgasm exploding from within her, hot and bright. Russell keeps driving up, dragging out every last bit of pleasure before he slams her down, holding her there while he spills inside her.

Allison shivers with aftershocks, collapsing onto his chest. Russell pumps lazily a couple more times increasing her tremors. “Damn, sugar, I think you broke me.”

Allison laughs, feeling their release leaking out around where they’re still joined. She turns her head. Her chin resting between his pecs. “I’m the one who just flew into a million pieces, babe. How is it still this good?” Russell’s relaxed face forms a smug grin.

“I’m just that good, baby.” Allison laughs again.

“Yeah, you are.” She sighs, resting her cheek on his sweaty chest. His hands rubbing gently over her bare back. “I love you.” His hands still then hug her tightly.

“I love you, sugar, now and always.”