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I greased his dick and rolled the condom onto it. "Hold this," I said, and lifted my skirt. Nathan held the edge of the fabric for me, and I lubed my ass quickly, slicking my hole down for easy, painless access. I squirted some more lube onto his condomed cock for good measure, and then straddled him. He was still holding my skirt up, as if he were a voyeur peeking under my dress to see my genitals. That turned me on. Slowly, I lowered myself onto him, positioning his cock with my hands. It is always a curious feeling, I think, to have a man's cock inside your body. No matter how much I want it, my body still resists, at least a little bit, something to overcome. I wrestled with myself--I want this cock inside me NOW--and tried to relax. He was in, but something still was not right yet. I shifted, I adjusted, I breathed deeply. His cock felt good in there, I felt good. I flexed my legs, lifting myself off him slightly, and then slid back down. I was in control. Nathan lay on the couch as I fucked myself on his cock, holding my skirt up so he could watch what was happening, the inches of his cock disappearing up my ass. I felt I was getting near to coming as I rode his cock. I settled onto him and stopped for a moment, resting, delaying the moment of orgasm to draw out this delicious feeling of sex for as long as possible. We didn't move, but we changed roles. He took charge. I unzipped his sequined crop top. His stomach beneath was pale, with a small thatch of hair on his chest. The sides of the shirt fell back as his body shifted on the couch, thrusting his cock up into me. I tweaked his now-exposed nipples, but soon abandoned them to lift my dress. Again, I felt a delicious exhibitionistic thrill as I held the skirt of my dress aloft, it felt so dirty, like I was flashing him, and I think that feeling turned me on even more than the mere fact of our flesh sliding together. I was bouncing up and down on his cock, holding the dress away from my cock, which flopped rhythmically against his abs. And then my cock spasmed and I was cumming, orgasm rolling through my entire body in quick shudders. Four of them, then a long sigh. My cum shined on Nathan's chest like melted white sequins. His cock was still inside me, and once I caught my chest he continued to thrust up into me. I leaned forward and rolled his nipples between my fingers again, urging him on toward climax. Suddenly I tugged on them, hard. Nathan cried out, and began to cum. I clenched my ass, holding onto him tightly as his cock squirmed within me, shooting his cum into the condom's reservoir tip. When he lay still, pleasantly spent from his orgasm, I grabbed my purse, which lay beside him on the couch. His cock was still comfortably inside me, as it began to go soft. I took out my lipstick and, using the mirror in my compact, began to touch up my make up. When I was satisfied, I leaned forward and left a perfect lipstick mark above his right nipple. Nathan smiled, dreamily, and started to sit up, to disentangle his body from mine, where we were still joined together under my skirt. I pushed him back down on the couch. "Where do you think you're going?" I asked him, and handed him the bottle of orange glitter polish. "You've still got to take care of my other hand."
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