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Intermittently, there was a garble of words of which Cliff only understood the gasped-out Yeses and Nos. The latter, for instance, when Cliff's finger began to circle over her anal rosette. It was a No immediately contradicted by an all-accepting kiss, as her tongue joined his to sweep through his mouth in a dance of lust that matched the circling of his finger.
Leisha as well as Cliff had crossed the line where stepping back from coming was possible. Neither did they want to. When the first waves crashed in and the first spasms shook their bodies, both cried out. Cliff grabbed Leisha's arms and pushed her upright, calling out, hoarse and fighting for breath:
"I want to look at you!... Now!... Ride me, Leisha!.... God, you are beautiful... a goddess!"
Her face lit up at Cliff's words. For a long, sweet moment, Leisha raised and crossed her arms behind her head. Swaying from side to side, leaning back on his cock and stretching out her tits with their proudly engorged nipples, she whispered:
"Look at me... look at me, Cliff!... I'm your goddess but you Cliff... you are my god!"
She tried to start her ride but with the first move tickling the depth of her cunt, her orgasm stormed in. As the spasms gripped and shook her, she threw herself into Cliff's clasping arms. And he, joining Leisha in her howl of triumph, clasped her heaving and shaking buttocks as he pumped in a staccato of uncontrollable thrusts his cum into Leisha's hot-gushing cunt.
They stayed locked together until the last aftershocks of their momentous coming together slowly faded away. If they would have been in a bed, they would have drifted into a gentle sleep. But on the narrow sofa, with Leisha resting on Cliff's broad chest and his relieved cock still warmly nestled in Leisha's pussy, sleep would not come. When Cliff, almost as if seeking forgiveness, found Leisha's lips, they opened willingly and their tongues joined in a long and lazy and loving mingle.
A sudden thought struck Leisha. Resting her face on Cliff's shoulder she chuckled:
"I'm happy now. I suppose I'm not frigid, am I, Cliff? At least, not with you. Never with you!"
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