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A matter of perspective

... breathed raggedly as he rubbed them roughly through her dress and bra. She groaned inwardly, for this young man had no delicacy or gentleness at all. Squeezing and twisting her nipples as if they were dials on a radio, sticking his tongue down her throat, treating her body roughly as if she were a doll―she considered just leaving, but he was merely inexperienced, not vicious. She decided the best course was to take control of the situation and try to slow him down until she was ready for him to let go with all the passion he had ready to erupt. She caressed his chest slowly and kissed him deeply and gently, and as she had hoped, he slowed down to take some pleasure in his rush. Nonetheless, it soon became clear that he would not be a particularly talented lover. He stood up to roughly grab at her zipper, and she took that opportunity to reach out and grab his cock. Fully hard and twitching and close to spurting, she instinctively knew, and decided a quick hand job would leave him satisfied and her free to go elsewhere. She ran her fingertips along the bulge in his pants and squeezed as he pulled down her zipper. Her dress opened around the collar and she let him pull it down to her waist; once it was down she grasped his cock again firmly and began stroking. Soon she had unzipped him and he had undone her bra. She was about to let go of his cock long enough to put her bra to the side when to her wonder his hips went rigid and his cock fully stiffened; the purple head ...

... swelled and his hands grabbed her shoulders roughly as he moaned and a massive stream of hot cum shot onto her neck. She gloried in the thought that she had inspired such a massive ejaculation as stream after stream landed on her breasts and neck and dribbled down onto her belly, drops pooling in the cups of her bra. He had lasted perhaps 90 seconds. It was the fastest orgasm she had ever given, and in amazement at how quickly and selfishly and unthinkingly he had spewed when he had had the chance for such delightfully prolonged pleasure inside her if only he had shown a little patience, she said, “My God.” She looked up at him on the edge of losing all patience with him in turn when he pulled out a handkerchief. Not a complete cad, she thought. “Thank you,” she said in pique and frustration as she wiped up. He sat down next to her and kissed her neck. Christ, she thought, he’s not going away! She did not respond at first, but his kisses wee pleasant enough now that his spurts of passion were drained, and with her body responding she returned his kisses and rubbed around his body. As he started sucking on her breasts, she sighed and caressed his cock; when his hand reached under the hem of her dress and up her thighs to her panties, she spread her thighs wide and leaned back so he could reach inside. Her pussy was drenched and flushed. Yes! she thought. Slowly, slowly, yes...Her earlier self-pleasuring had not entirely faded away and soon she was thrusting her hips slightly as her ...