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Chapter 132 by Jpyric Jpyric

Without another word, she pulls you into the bedroom.

Consummation

Sam wastes no time, helping you out of your jacket and shirt. She bites her lip as she rubs her hands over your chest, before backing away towards the bed. Her eyes are locked on yours as she reaches behind her back to unfasten her dress. Soon, it practically falls off her body, leaving her in only a pair of lacy black panties. You stare at her, as always entranced by her body.

Crawling backwards onto the bed, she looks at you expectantly. “Well? Don’t keep me waiting…”

You hurry out of your remaining clothes, far less graceful than she is. As Sam waits, she slips her panties off, tossing them aside. You join her on the bed, crawling between her spread legs, slowly trailing kisses over her skin. Sam shivers, reaching down to run fingers through your hair as you kiss up the inside of her thighs. She lets out a soft, breathy moan as you reach the crease of her hip, slowly moving into the center.

When you plant a kiss at the top of her soft mound, Sam groans, gently pulling your head against her. You slowly lick up the length of her entrance, and you feel her shudder in pleasure as your tongue slides over her clit. Spreading her lips with your fingers, you dive in, sucking at the sensitive nub as your ring swirls around it. Sam’s moans grow louder, her hands pulling your face against her pussy. You eagerly lap up her flowing juices, and she writhes on the bed as you devour her.

Suddenly, her thighs clamp against your ears and her hips come off the bed, her body tensing as she hits her climax. Her pussy practically smothers you before she finally relaxes. As her thighs release their grip on your head, you can hear her gasping, and she once again runs trembling fingers through your hair.

You smile as you start to crawl up her body, planting feather light kisses over her stomach. Just before you reach her breasts, however, you hear a soft moan from the doorway. Glancing over, you’re not surprised to see Emi there. The little voyeur is sitting in a chair with the door cracked open, her eyes locked on you and Sam. You can see her hand is under her dress, and clearly she’s enjoying the show.

You turn back to Sam, softly kissing over her breasts. Sam, though, is growing impatient, and pulls you up to her. Heedless of her own juices still covering your face, she kisses you passionately, at the same time wrapping her legs around your waist. You feel her pussy brush against your member, send she wiggles her hips insistently.

Breaking the kiss, Sam looks at you with desire burning in her eyes. “Come on, stud. Put a baby in me…”

You feel a thrill run through you, and slowly you push your hips forward. Both of you gasp as your cock slides into her waiting pussy, her legs trembling around your waist as you bury your full length in her. Sam’s eyes roll back in pleasure, and you hear a moan from Emi at the door. The cat girl is no longer worried about being caught, and at this point, you’re not concerned with her.

You start to move, your member sliding in and out of Sam’s velvet vise. Your movements start slow, but her writhing beneath you and insistent moans soon have you pumping into her like a piston. Sam’s cries of pleasure grow louder, her walls gripping you tightly on every thrust. You know it won’t be long now, for either of you.

Sam clearly knows it too. She locks eyes with you again, and the delight and desire you see there is intense. “Yes! Give it to me, all of it! Fill me up! Please!”

You can’t hold back another second, and with a climactic thrust, you explode inside her. Sam cries out in ecstasy as your cock pulses within her, and her pussy milks every last drop from you as her own orgasm washes over her. Gasping and shuddering, you collapse atop her, and she hugs you tightly, practically sobbing from the intensity of her climax.

After a few minutes, you lift your head and look at Sam. She smiles up at you, tenderly touching your cheek. She speaks, her voice wavering slightly from emotion and exhaustion.

“That was perfect, my husband…”

You couldn’t agree more.

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