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It was 11 p.m. and Celina was just walking into the door of the old firehouse on Sixth Street when she was grabbed and quickly thrown onto the foldaway couch by her co-worker and lover of the past five weeks, Tom.
Their sex life had been great so far; Celina was in the midst of a divorce, but that didnât stop her from fucking the hell out of Tom whenever they pleased. They had sex in many different places at many different times, every time with mind-blowing results.
In the station where their ambulance was parked was just one of those many places.
Tom was always the aggressor in their trysts, taking the upper hand, being the dominant force in their sexual engagements. Celina was quite the little submissive, always up for whatever he had in mind.
As she was pinned to the foldaway, the pair started kissing passionately, their lips colliding in an accelerated fashion, their hands gripping at flesh through their uniforms.
âWhat a way to say hello,â Celina gasped after she wrenched her mouth away from her loverâs lips.
âI thought youâd like that,â Tom said, going in again for yet another sweet kiss.
Their kissing was usually deep kisses, starting as soft pecks that lingered into passionate embraces. It was the thrill of the first kisses that excited Celina; her marriage had staled because of too much seriousness and lack of sexual pleasure where kissing and cuddling came first and foremost.
She had found that in Tom, a passionate lover who knew her body better than she did. He knew exactly how to please her and exactly what made her tick.
As their tongues wrestled as other, Tomâs hands slowly moved from Celinaâs back to her front, his palms lightly grabbing at her soft breasts through her uniform. Celina mewed into Tomâs mouth before gasping for air, as he continued his oral assault, now concentrating on her supple neck.
He slowly sucked and nibbled on the flesh, careful not to raise any marks on her flawless skin. He traced slow outlines of circles on her breasts while he kissed her neck, causing Celina to giggle at his caresses. Soon his fingertips were dancing to the buttons on her uniform, his lips puckering and placing soft kisses along her collarbone as they worked their way down her upper body. As he unbuttoned one of the pesky fasteners, his lips continued their southward march. Celina groaned slightly, arching her back, lifting her chest toward the sky.
Her arms were securely wrapped around his upper body and her legs were splayed under underneath him. But soon she wanted to feel all of his weight on top of her. As he continued to unbutton her top, Celina wriggled her legs from underneath him and began to raise them, not stopping until they were wrapped around the small of his back. When she had her ankles locked firmly, she slowly forced his midsection to lower itself, so his torso could grind against her abdomen. Celina felt herself getting wet in her panties as the friction started, as he rubbed his belly against her lower body.
While Celina was grinding with Tom, he managed to expose her deep cleavage from underneath the restraints of her bra. He started to taste the soft flesh of her 38d breasts as Celina ran her fingers through his soft, downy hair. She then grabbed the back of his head, clamping it onto her right breast. She gave him enough slack to move his mouth around the teat, and when he was able to tease the nipple that had already begun to harden, she quivered with delight, purring with anticipation.
Tom circled the nipple with his tongue, first working it clockwise before flicking his tongue at the hardened nub. Celinaâs breast twitched as Tomâs tongue worked its magic, goose bumps rising on her arms. Tom began to massage the other breast through the bra, until Celina decided she didnât want to be teased: she wanted her left breast to receive the same attention.
With her left hand, she grasped the lacy material and swiftly pulled it down, with a hard nipple popping out from underneath its prison. It felt the cool air and straightened for inspection. Tomâs hands began the check up, his palm caressing the underside, rubbing back and forth. His overlarge hands worked the breast, pausing every few strokes to trace a circle with his fingertips. Then, he took his thumb and forefinger and pinched the nipple while he sucked heartily on the other. Celina cooed with the pleasure her man was giving her.