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Just stand there



"Just stand there", I said, and you did.

I looked at you for a while, then stepped forward.

"Arms up", I said, and you put them up. I pulled off your shirt, and began to squeeze your breasts.
Playful bites on your neck.

"Just stand there."

Bra straps off your shoulders. Unhooked, the bra comes off.

Sucking your nipples, and biting them. Kisses under your breasts.

The room is dark. Only candles light it.

My hand is rubbing your pussy through your jeans.

"Just stand there."

Jeans unzipped, and pulled down. "Left foot up." You do it, the boot, sock, and leg of the jeans are off.

"Right foot up." You are only wearing panties. I rub you again. You are trembling. I can feel the wetness through the panties. I can smell your juices.

"Just stand there."

My hand is inside your panties, rubbing your clit, then fingers inside you.

Panties on the floor. "Left foot up. Right foot." You are naked. My hands are joined by my tongue on your clit.

Back to the wall. I spread your legs a bit. "Just stand there." I take my cock into view.

A long kiss, and I push inside you.

"Just stand there."

 And I stand there for a moment, my cock in you. Kissing you. Holding you.

Then I start to fuck you, slowly. Pushing in gently. I can't stop my self. I go faster. Thrust hard.
I pull you close to me and squeeze as I cum.

You stand as the sticky warm cum squirts into you.

"Good girl", I say quietly, into your ear, "good girl."

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