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SOMF!

... hands.

Taking as much as she could in her mouth, she sucked him in, paying particular attention to the bulbous knob with her tongue. In seconds she had him panting, but she wouldn’t make him cum until he was inside her. With her hands on his ass, she licked only the glans, flicking the tip of her tongue on the sensitive underside.

“Oh fuck, Pam!”

“Yes! Exactly!” she replied, pushing him down to sit in the chair as she stood.

Straddling him with his weapon in her hand, she struggled to get enough height to stuff him into her eager pussy. With gymnastic contortions, she managed to get on top of him and took his long sword in her sheath in one smooth stab, crying, “ Ohhh, fuuuck!” when she felt the extraordinary penetration to the hilt.

Squirming on his lap to enjoy her fullness, she pulled his face into her cleavage, directing his face left and right as he licked and nibbled on the sumptuous flesh. With his chin hooked on the center of her bra, she lifted, using his face to pull the barely-there cups down, releasing the girls. Staying fully in charge, she directed his mouth and tongue to one and then the other hard nipple.

She knew he wouldn’t last long as she had nearly edged him in her mouth, so she wasted no more time rising again, feeling every inch and knowing there was no risk from going too high and him coming out. She gasped as she impaled herself again, realizingshe wouldn’t last long either.

Her pace accelerated rapidly as she bounced on ...

... his pogo-stick prick. Getting into the act, Daniel thrust himself into her, meeting her halfway before dropping back to his seat. Their bodies came together with a smack each time.

“Oh! Ah! Fuck!” they each exclaimed in turn between staccato breaths as they charged into the abyss of orgasm, coming together on his upstroke and holding there for a second or two, Pam’s hips gyrating to enhance every jolt of electricity, shocking her whole body.

“Jesus!” she screamed after he sat down, and she sat one more time, creating another shocking impulse.

“Fucking-A, Daniel! That wassome demonstration,” she said with labored breath. “I’ll take one of each type in each color!”

After putting themselves back together and exiting the stall, Daniel assembled her purchase, including the ones they’d used. When he picked up the white ones, he held them to his nose, inhaling as though sampling the bouquet of a fine wine.

“Why don’t you keep those?” she offered, handing him her credit card, adding, “Call me if you want to do it again!” She picked up his pen and wrote her number on his palm.

Swiping her credit card, he finished the transaction and thanked her for her patronage, seeing her beautiful smile for the last time.

As she was walking away, Megan returned, walking up behind him.

“What did she buy?” she asked Daniel.

“One of every style and color of the ‘SOMF’ panties!”

“What!? That’s almost thirty pairs! Like seven hundred bucks! And I missed my commission on ...