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Slow, long, and deep thrusts married to slow, long, and deep moans.It was my last day before heading off on another tour, and I had accepted Abby?s invitation to spend those final moments at her home. In bed. More specifically, the bed she used to share with her husband up until a few weeks back. For now, he had the kids with him for a handful of days, giving Abby a much-needed break from the mess he had created.?Keep going,? she requested, and why in the world would I ever hold back?So, I kept going, my hips moving to the rhythm of her moans, smooth and fluid without a break.?I love this,? I remarked, planting a kiss on her lips. ?Me, too,? she added. As I was pulling my hips away a couple of inches, though, she held me back, her hands squeezed my ass and pulled me towards her. She wanted every inch, deep inside. I went all in, but my hips didn?t idle about. I kept grinding against her one way and then the other, slowly at first before ramping things up. It clearly worked because Abby?s moans got louder and louder, and she reciprocated, grinding against me with equal ferocity. ?Fuccck!? she exclaimed, and her body?s reaction was the same, tightening bahis siteleri up, her lips gripping my cock stronger than ever as her legs straddled my back, a little tremble starting to set in. ?You?re almost there, baby,? I signaled to her. ?I?m about to-?RING! RING! RING! ?Fuck!? she yelled, as the continuous ringing of her phone did all it could to stop her orgasm. I sighed and pulled out as she reached for the bedside table. ?Yes, Dan,? she answered. ?I can?t find Dillon?s inhaler,? I heard from the phone. At least it sounded like that. ?Have you checked the side pocket of the black duffel bag???Not yet.??Well, you can start there,? she shot back and cut the call. The tension between the two was still there, and Abby clearly hadn?t let go of her husband?s mistake. 'Mistakes' I should say because there were so many. So many days and nights with his secretary when he should have been with his wife instead. It seemed irreparable. ?What are you waiting for?? she asked, giving me her full attention once again. I looked down at my cock, all 6 inches of it laying at rest on top of her pussy, engorged and fully primed, bobbing its head canlı bahis siteleri up and down just that little bit. ?I think it?s waiting for an invitation,? I replied. ?Not necessary,? she smiled.She used her right hand to grab it from under, and as it?s been for the last few days, she could barely wrap her fingers around it. The thickness was overwhelming, and the picture before both of us didn?t lie: my cock, soaked in her sweet syrup from base to tip. She was getting more confident and less fearful every time we fucked, and this time, she slid it right in with no hesitation. ?Fuck, that?s perfect,? she commented. It was perfect. For both of us. And I was back to the usual, gliding in and out, venturing deep inside before coming out, then going back in to occupy every bit of space inside her. I needed Abby to feel the full weight of me from every possible angle, so I pinned her down with my body, held her hands down with mine, and kept fucking her with the artful elegance I had shown all day. For added measure, I kissed her neck, her cheek, and then nibbled at her ear, forcing her moans to mix in with the slightest of giggles. ?You?ve canlı bahis turned me into a playground,? she said, relishing every move I made to explore her body. ?Gotta have all the fun I can before leaving tomorrow.??Then don?t go.??And get charged with desertion???Either way, you?re deserting someone,? she shot back. That gave me pause. We had been friends for so long and lovers for only a few days, but those few days had moved our relationship forward by years. My thrusts stopped as I processed her words, and she knew she had taken things a step too far. ?I?m so sorry, I just don?t want you to leave.? She ran her hands through my hair and planted a kiss on my forehead. ?I know. I don?t want to either,? I replied. ?Let?s-?RING! RING! RING!Not again. Abby rolled her eyes before grabbing the phone a second time. ?What is it?? she asked. ?Is it ok if I get the kids pizza for the night?? I could hear Dan clearly now, laying on top of Abby, smelling her hair while my hands gently rubbed her thighs, my cock still buried in her.?That?s up to you, Dan.? She was curt, wanting this whole conversation to end immediately. ?Ok, I just had to make sure since? are you crying??She wasn?t crying. Just a moan stifled midway as I traced my fingers up her thighs and closer to her sex. ?No, I?m just trying to take a nap.??I?m sorry, I?ll keep the calls to a minimum,? he assured her.