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This feels way too good. I want to stay here."I kept slowly filling her groove with my cock. I squeezed her breasts a little harder and that sent her over the edge once more. Her third orgasm while she laid on her back. Our kisses became more intense. We were teetering on making love rather than fucking. The problem was, I didn't have feelings for her. Yet we kissed passionately and held one another like we were first time, high school lovers. I got the sense right then and there she wanted to be more than friends. In the meantime, she was cuming for a forth time. This time her screams were louder, her kisses were more intense and she squeezed my body like she was falling from the sky. I kept the pace to a minimal just the way she liked it."Why didn't we do this sooner? Your cock feels so good. I can't believe how big you are."I didn't know what to say, so I blurted this gem..."You're so fucking sexy."Yep, I have a way with words!By this time we were drenched in sweat yet we didn't. I’m okay. I’m getting used to not sleeping now anyway. I’ll be fine. So I guess you’d better get back to Tim.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘Tim is fine, believe me. Right now, he’s lying diagonally across both of our beds, snoring his head off. I’m fairly certain there’s nothing left in his stomach to spew. I left a couple of bottles of water close by for when he wakes up with a raging thirst, but other than that, there’s nothing I can do except let him sleep it off. He’ll be asleep until lunchtime.’ His gaze softened. ‘Whereas I’m guessing that arm of yours is getting sore again now.’ I hesitated, not wanting to appear feeble. ‘It’s not that bad.’ ‘Yeah, right.’ Clearly not at all fooled, Luke released me to reach into the pocket of his dressing gown. ‘I was wondering whether I’d need to do something about that.’ Remembering the other items he’d procured from the hospital earlier, I took a wary step backwards. ‘I’m fine,’ I gulped, watching as he withdrew his hand, half-afraid he was about.
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