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My fists clenched the comforter that I had my body over.

My mouth was open in a silent scream as he fucks me.

Hard.

Passionately.

This was pure ecstasy.

Nothing else could measure up to this.

My clit was swollen and I knew within a few more minutes, I was done for.

“Please.” I whimpered into the pillow.

His hips don’t stop the pace, but I felt him lean over.

“You don’t have to beg beautiful.”

I pushed back into him.

“This is all yours.”

I breathed out quicker as I tried to hold on as he uses my body.

His muffled voice sent tingles down my spine.

Yes.

He was wearing the mask.

It started out as a funny moment for us as we watched TV.

He came out with it as a surprise.

When, all of a sudden, my panties were off and I was jumping his bones.

It was instantaneous.

I loved the man without it.

But, with it, it was like the dark side of me turns feral.

Now, I was bent over, legs spread as he pounded away behind me with one hand on my lower spine, and the other on the side of my head.

My body lit with ecstasy and my throat hoarse from screaming.

My breasts swung on beat as he fed me more inches of him inside of me.

He was big, and he was so good at being gentle with me.

I moaned into the sheets as my body grew slick with sweat.

Fucking him has become my cardio, and I never wanted it to end.

It’s been one week since the night that exposed everything, and everyday we have spent together.

We’ve talked for hours.