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I walked into a house upset at the uncontrollable life occurrences that effect my job performance. you sat in the living room enjoying a novel. your enjoyment was interrupted by my unsettled tensions. I saw you out of the corner of my eye which forced you to stand to grab more of my attention. you were left untended as I walked down a darker corridor of our house. You sat back down, slightly aggravated by my lack of concern for you, yet more concerned for me. You didn't feel as pretty as I normally made you feel. you picked the book back up to continue where you had left off. Within the coming minutes my anger hadn't subsided but it shifted targets to my woman awaiting in the living room. the beauty of her being mine was that she was my lover, my companion, and when necessary my meat.

I stormed toward you. My face interrupted the the uniqueness of the darkness of the corridor and the moonlight shun through the kitchen. In that light you noticed my presence. On the inside I growled, and your senses kicked up my sound vibrations alerting your body for danger yet your hormones craved the attack. You slowly closed the book, lowering your heart rate and all sudden movements. In an beast like urge I whisped pass the remainder of light. This time the moon light had only captured the lint of my shirt in it's intangible grasp. You dropped the book. My lips hit yours before it hit the floor. You moaned but you were more caught off guard. You bit my lip to show me that were my lioness as i was your lion. I bit your neck to thank you. I somehow managed to pull my pants down in the midst of our wrestle/your struggle to keep up with my instinct.

The dress you wore didn't fare well against my hands. you tightened your legs to make me fight for what you had that was mine, that i needed to earn, though I had earned it. My hands agreed with my arms to pry open your womanhood. As your legs opened, a wet stain on your panties exuded a scent that antagonized me to save it's prisoner. I released your legs to grab my trophy. you attempted to slam them shut but my finger tips had already reached your flesh. You moan in defeat as your blood continuously retreats from your face leaving your mind deserted. Forcing your senses to crave stimulation to preoccupy them of their loss. I give you another kiss while my hands and Kira (her pussy) use sign language and slime language to communicate whats about to happen. Frenchie (her ass) gets a rub or two sending an unknown signal to your brain leaving your lioness confused yet intrigued. I push you back on the remainder of the couch, your arm reaches for balance instead it slips on folded clothes that should have been placed in their appropriate spots. Your imbalance allows for an easy entrance. I allow your left leg to fling open due to the 1/4th collapse and catch it in place. You know what i'm going for so you scream out 'No!". We had just spoke about no longer having sex without a condom, but as I fell into you, you fell back into the love that wanted to feel me. Your arm hit the floor giving you balance but limited your upper body strength. I took the head and place him in kira but she wasn't ready. She wasnt wet enough. the entry plus the pleasure and the pain forced your eyes to roll back slightly. your legs are shaking....eager. I took the head and moved him around Kira. Then slowly from the top of Kira's hair cut to her mouth I positioned him. The raw entry caused your body to tighten. Your eyes and your head rolled back over the edge of the bed as if something poured out of you. And as kira foamed around my acceptance, stamping me for entry and reentry into my night club, the rawness of our lust allowed me to pour small clear amounts of who i am into you. this is just part 1

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