Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
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The sun disappeared beneath the horizon as she gazed at me in my old farmhouse bedroom, her eyelids halfway closed and her lips slightly parted. Motes of dust danced in the last of the sunlight that leaked through the dusty window.
"I've never done this before," I spoke under my breath, my heart beating so hard in my chest that I could barely hear my own confession.
"It's okay," she said, "We'll take it slow." A sly smile spread across her elfin face. She was wearing a blue nightie that revealed just a sliver of her smooth belly. I stared hard at her red bikini panties and my eyes rose to the dark plunge of her cleavage. Every curve of her was holy and unknowable, a swelling of skin and flesh that left my mouth dry. I felt my cock twitch in my boxer briefs. She looked down at my bulge and smiled.
"Come here." Her voice was soft, like a gentle spring rain. I grew hard in anticipation as I stepped barefoot across the room. She lifted her right hand and ran it down my belly, cupping my cock and balls as my breath grew ragged and my mind dull.
"You are mine."
I was hers. My whole body shuddered as she spit on her left hand and plunged it into my shorts, grasping onto my hard shaft with a suddenness that excited me. She loosened her grip and began to pump my cock with swift, sure strokes. Precum spurted involuntarily from my hard penis, and the sensation weakened my knees.
"Sit down and lay back."