Mr. Stranger pulled her from the table, turned her around and leaned her forward.

He quickly dropped his bottoms, allowing his erection to spring forward freely.

He moved toward her long enough so she could feel his naked, hot cock against her skin, then stepped back and grabbed her hips in his iron grip.

With burning desire, he leaned forward, guiding his cock to her sweet pussy, being pulled there by a force beyond his control.

He slid between her legs and found her curlies, all damp and warm.

His dick continued, seeking the warm slit he had just fondled.

As he made contact with her warmth, Anika pushed back against him, completely accepting him into her deepness.

Mr. Stranger sighed as he found home. Her pussy is become a home to his dick in past one week.

He stayed still a moment, to acclimate to her.

Finally, he began thrusting, deeper and deeper.

Anika met him, stroke for stroke.

He filled her in a way she loved, a way she needed. His hands made bruising handprints on her hips, but she didn't care.

Anika just wanted him there, deep inside her, making her feel the excitement that was quickly overwhelming her.

Again, that thought tried to make itself known, but the joy of being with

Mr. Stranger cancelled any rational thinking.

Anika pushed back against him, feeling him slide in and out of her needy little pussy.

Her nipples brushed against the cold table surface, making them ache even more.

Again and again, she pushed back against him, then teased him by pulling slightly away.

Anika looked over her shoulder at Mr. Stranger, her eyes begging him to continue.

Anika felt herself tightening, her legs locking.

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