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THE SHARPSHOOTER'S world was a hazy, suffocating fever dream of tactile overload.

Her right hand was a warm, relentless vice inside his unzipped organ, her palm slick with the friction of her slow RHYTHMIC strokes that made his cock throb with a heavy, localized heat. Simultaneously, her left hand had snaked beneath his shirt && her nails lightly scoring the skin of his abs as she kneaded the tensed muscle, forcing a series of broken, pathetic WHIMPERS from his throat.

The contrast was AGONY ;; the soft, wet slide below and the sharp, possessive grip on his torso until the air between them seemed to combust, leaving him trembling && utterly at her MERCY;; the transition was violent and exhilarating.

With a sudden, predatory growl, she yanked her hand away only to seize him by the lapels, SHOVING him backward with a force that sent his breath spiraling out of his lungs as his shoulders CRACKED against the cold, unyielding wall. Before the echoes of the impact could fade, she was back in his space ---- her body slamming flush against his with a bruising intensity. She didn't wait for him to RECOVER;; her hands dove down to drop her panties down to her hips, exposing the drenched, pulsing heat of her center as she grounded herself against his rigid cock.

The first deep, wet slide as she impaled herself on him was so INTENSE it turned Floyd’s world into MADNESS.

Floyd shifted his weight, sliding down the length of the table to pull her flush against his chest in a tight, suffocating SPOONING position.

With their bodies completely coated in the warm, VISCOUS OIL, the transition was a seamless, sliding glide of skin against skin. He hooked one of her thighs over his hip, lifting her leg just enough to open her up, before guiding his slick, rigid cock right back to her grand opening. The entry through her pussy lips was effortless ;; a frictionless, molten slide that buried him deeply into her tight, clutching warmth, the sheer volume of lubricant making the sensation incredibly intense for both of them.

The immediate depth of the penetration caught her off guard, her head snapping back against his shoulder as a sharp, desperate gasp threatened to pierce the quiet cabin.

Floyd was already moving to contain it. He wrapped his forearm securely under her chin, pulling her head tightly back against his chest while his hand came up to cup firmly over her mouth.

His fingers were slick with oil, the heavy scent of sandalwood filling her senses as he muffled her breathing. "Shh, stay completely still," he breathed into the curve of her neck, his own voice a low, ragged rasp that he kept barely above a whisper.

He began to PUMP into her from behind, the rhythm slow, deliberate, and agonizingly deep. Because they were locked together side-by-side, every thrust drove his pelvis hard against the lush, oiled curve of her ass, creating a soft, squelching friction that seemed to echo in the small space. The oil allowed him to slide inside her with zero resistance, a continuous, burning heat that made his muscles tense as he fought to keep his own grunts of exertion quiet.

The restriction of having to remain silent only amplified the raw, tactile chaos of the position. Floyd held her pinned securely against him, his chest heaving silently against her back as he maintained the steady, unyielding pace.

        The words were whispered into his ear so QUIETLY that he almost thought he had imagined them. 

        Their MEET in that cafeteria had been exhausting, difficult, and, most frustrating of all, she was angry (like every time) at his calmness or perhaps he wasn’t answering with too much words except a few ‘hmm’s. After that, obviously she somehow lead him to her apartment where she found the FREEDOM to do whatever she felt like against him (Floyd was enjoying that however.) At first a punch, then a couple of jabs with curses and finally ending her frustration with a FURIOUS passionate kiss.

        Yeah, he missed her too.

        The BLONDE pinned him against the wall so hard that a shelf upwards vibrated and a few items fell onto his shoulders; in the next minute she had DRAGGED him towards her before placing herself over the dining table && DOMINATING the intense atmosphere (and the man LOVED when the opposite partner becomes a commander)--------- eyes stare into each other as soon as she whispered those words as if they were exchanging FILTHY details.

THE HEAVY SILENCE OF THE BEDROOM was broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing, the air thick with a mutual heat. He looked down at Elektra as she lay flat on her back, her completely nude body looking stunningly soft under the low light, her chest rising and falling in a tantalizing invitation.

Shifting his weight, he KNEELED over her torso, his mind racing with the thrilling novelty of what they were about to try. The slick friction of his bare thighs against her ribs sent a jolt of pure adrenaline to his core && a slow, eager smile spread across his face as she looked up at him with a deathly, breathless look of anticipation.

Gently pressing her full, heavy breasts together with his hands, Floyd carefully aligned his throbbing cock right into the warm, tight valley she created for him. As he began to slide smoothly back and forth against the hot cleavage, the unique sensation of her cleavage gripping him left him completely breathless.

Every forward stroke felt magnified tenfold, an electric current of pleasure arching from his groin straight to his brain as he established a slow, deliberate pace. He let out a low, ragged whimper, watching intently as his cock slipped between her breasts, glistening with their combined heat in a way he had NEVER witnessed before, driving his arousal to an entirely new peak.

Floyd accelerated the motion ---- his hands gripping her shoulders for leverage as the FRICTION between her breasts drove him to the absolute brink of control. The visual of his length disappearing and reappearing between her soft, flushed tits in this new position was utterly intoxicating, blurring everything else in the room until there was nothing left but her soft gasps && the intense heat of her body​. "You wanted something different tonight. TELL ME how much you want this."

Floyd stared at the blonde beauty, the suffocating silence between them thick with unspoken words && unresolved tension.

Her brilliant eyes held a desperate, vulnerable glimmer that mirrored the violent, aching need in his own chest. ------- For a prolonged, agonizing moment, they merely stood there ;; PARALYZED by a devastating LONGING before the invisible string finally snapped. He closed the distance, holding her face between his palms as if she were his entire world. The kiss started tenderly, a slow && worshipful exploration that spoke volumes of his profound affection. Every soft sigh she breathed felt like a secret meant only for him, pulling him into an intimate trance where she was his absolute universe.

But the tenderness couldn't contain the underlying heat for long. Floyd angled his head, deepening the kiss as his tongue swept past her parted lips;; tasting the slick interior of her mouth with a sudden, BREATHLESS urgency. His hands slid from her cheeks, trailing down the sensitive line of her neck && over the delicate curve of her waist to deliberately map her figure. He wanted to unravel her, his large palms firmly kneading her hips and grazing the sides of her tits through her clothes. GOD, his touch was possessive and agonizingly slow, specifically seeking out all her sensitive curves to build her desire, drawing filthy, helpless whimpers from her throat.

She dragged the soft fabric of her dress across his coarse, unyielding denim, creating a MADDENING friction that sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to his groin. He groaned into her mouth, completely helpless against the intense, building pressure. ---- It was pure AGONY, yet he was completely addicted to the way his wandering hands made her arch && grind even harder against him.

" Dinah... "

The true torture began the second she shifted her weight, settling the soft juncture of her thighs directly over his lap. Even with the frustrating barriers of their clothing, he could feel the exact, searing warmth of her body pressing down onto his erection. As she initiated a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, his hands continued their wicked exploration, gripping her thighs && squeezing her plush curves to actively turn her on and encourage her filthy rhythm.

Floyd surrendered entirely to the raw, dirty need taking over his senses ;; thrusting his hips upward in a hard, desperate counter-rhythm. He ground himself aggressively into the sweet, clothed cradle of her thighs ---- matching her heavy downward rolls with a blunt, relentless force. Every agonizing rub of denim against fabric struck a match directly over his raw nerves. He pulled his mouth from her swollen glossy lips to bury his face in her neck, panting heavily as his hands SQUEEZED her waist, pulling her flush against his punishing intensity.

The man sank to his knees, the floor cold against his skin, every inch of him HUMMING with need. The blindfold turned the world into pure sensation ;; her presence was electric, her voice a WHIP that licked through him;; setting fire to every nerve ending.

He swallowed hard, throat tight ---- his cock pulsing with ache as if it could feel her gaze, even when he couldn’t see it. His hands itched to roam, but restraint made every BRUSH of her fingers against his shoulders, spine && chest shiver through him like molten electricity, a delicious agony that left him trembling && raw.

Her commands wrapped around him, tight && inescapable, a current of dark intoxicating authority. He felt her body press close, the heat of her skin searing into his own, teasing him WITHOUT mercy. Every subtle touch ----- her nails grazing, her hands circling, her WHISPERS against the hollow of his ear;; tore through him. Making him groan, made him ache in ways that were simultaneously painful && exquisite.

                Floyd was naked. His muscular shoulders and chest were broad, his biceps sculpted, && the trim muscles of his waist created that enticing V shape that can lead any eyes straight to his perfect thick cock. Any eyes would move past that down his chiseled thighs, powerful calves down to his feet. Even his toes were sturdy and STRONG. Every inch of his body spoke of his fighting nature.                Pam was naked. A trail of small, flowering VINES wound around her wrists up to her shoulders and from her ankles to knees. The plants covered nothing of her curvy, bare figure. Her BREASTS were bloomed with rose pink nipples. Her waist slim, her curvaceous hips drew the eye to the soft red curls of her mound, and her thighs were thick. Anyone would want to bury their face between them to breathe her in. Everything about her was like a sculptor had created the perfect figure of a woman && breathed it to life as Ivy.  

                His breath seized in his chest. Arousal hit him like a punch in the chest and settled heavy in the pit of his stomach.

               Fuck, he thought in disbelief. Now, there she stood like one of his sex dreams come to life. His fingers twitched with desire to touch her.  She sauntered closer, her hips swaying mesmerizingly but stopped within touching distance. The peaks of her breasts were barely an inch from his HAIRY strong chest. He could smell the sweet, floral musk of her arousal. Floyd couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped when she finally SLID her hands up to his shoulders, pressing her breasts into his chest. The hard peaks of her nipples felt like hard fruity buds over his chest. 

                The man caught her up in a passionate kiss immediately. She whimpered as he buried his fingers in her thick, soft hair &&  soon enough began to trail biting kisses down her neck. This is WHEN she DECLARED HOW GOOD it felt.