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Penny CandyShe was shaking a little, not with any kind of nervousness, but with the anticipatory kind of tremor that lets you know there's more to come. At Channel Five I was hot, but Pia was nowhere to be seen. In shipping, the tourists crowded around the forklift track, as pallets of coins were stabbed and lifted, until the little trucks were nearly tipping over. Sweat ran down the nape of my neck and behind my ear. I was on the plateau, abuzz with hot engorgement, taking my strokes in practiced, long pleasure, not wanting to rush. I scanned the screen, wishing I could see Pia, as if she might also be able to see me, and know what I look like on the veritable edge of coming. The night before, with her tongue inside me, I had been begging, willing my cunt to swallow her, hoping that the pull and suck would never stop. But it did, and I hadn't finished. Pia had dressed in the semi-darkness, silently. "Don't be angry," I'd said. "I'm not," she'd answered too quickly. "I'm not sure why you're holding back." "You can't really think that." She shrugged. "Maybe it's me." A moment ...» |
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