Izzy whispers a brief word, something that makes you think of a snake swearing. Across the chamber, a black marble table jerks into motion. It's octagonal, maybe five feet across, covered with books and papers that scatter to the floor as the table rushes toward you.
The heavy thing skids to a halt just in front of Izzy. She slips out of your arms, turns, and with a hop, sits facing you on the table's edge. With her dark eyes fixed on yours, she leans back, spreads her knees.
It's an irresistible invitation. You step between her legs, sliding your hands up her smooth red thighs, and she grasps your cock, guiding you, still holding your gaze. Your cock finds her cunt, and she's wet, and oh, so ready. When you thrust, she gasps, eyes wide as you slide deep into her. She's tight around you, warm, quivering. You can't imagine ever wanting to leave her.
Izzy clutches your arms, slips her heels behind your back, pulling you into her, urging you. Within three strokes you're fucking her fast and deep, enthralled by how her shoulders and breasts bounce with you every thrust. Panting, she slumps back, lying flat, her hair spreading out on the table. She lifts her knees, stretches her feet up, over your shoulders, and you catch her legs, holding them up and apart as you thrust between them.
Her head rolls, her back arches. Her growl becomes a long moan as you feel her thighs tense. You give her more, thrusting faster, harder, making her cry out in joy. She grips the edges of the table, shivers, groans, then pulls in a shuddering gasp. Immediately her cunt is soaking and throbbing, spurring you to thrust over and over as she gives a long happy moan.
"Come now," she begs. "Now, now, please…"
It's the helpless desire in her voice that sends you over the edge. You thrust fiercely, shuddering, then you both shout as you crash into her and your cock erupts deep inside her. She bends her knees to her shoulders, catching them, spreading herself for you, her breath coming in ecstatic gasps as you give yourself to her in a rush of powerful thrusts. When the fever of your climax gives way, you look down to see her breathless beneath you, smiling and satisfied.
"Mmm," she moans. "I could do that ten or twelve more times."
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