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She bit into the mango, savoring it as though it were the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden. The pit was resting on the plate before her and the other half of the soft bounty was in my hand, dripping its succulent juice along my fingers. I had to admit, this was certainly not what I had expected.Emma had called me the night before, an air of seduction on her voice, pulling me into her like a dark temptress. She had that effect on people; the kind of effect that made your knees wobble and your desires throb incessantly.”Come over,” she’d said to me. She spoke only quick, monotonous words, but the way she said them was utterly revealing of her true intent. “We’ll have mangos.”You see, on our first date in steamy July, we went to a restaurant güvenilir bahis near the shore. We didn’t eat much, awaiting only our dessert. She’d asked me what I wanted and I’d looked at the menu. The first thing that caught my eye was the word `mango,’ which is my favorite fruit and as I would later learn, hers as well. Mangos became a tradition between us, a passionate link that triggered our already mounting desires for one and other. Somehow, we always ended up eating them, wherever we were. And since Emma’s favorite place to be was an expensive restaurant, we had them often. Usually they came with vanilla ice cream, cut into pieces in a fancy bowl that stood like a wineglass on the table.But now, we were eating them on the verandah güvenilir bahis siteleri at her home, looking out into the summer night where the fireflies danced to our union. Emma’s long black curls fell around her shoulders as she taunted me, biting softly into the fruit, nibbling at it and licking it now and then. She laughed as my need for her became evident. And she smiled when I stood from my chair, walked to the other side of the table and leaned down to kiss her. My lips met with hers in a frenzy of pent-up passion and I thrusted my tongue into the recesses of her warm mouth, questing within her for more and more.I pulled her into me, wrapping my legs around her and sitting on her lap. Her hands explored my body smoothly, iddaa siteleri touching me and squeezing my ass as she kissed me savagely. I pulled away Emma’s shirt and tossed it to the floor as she did the same to mine. Our breasts touched and I leaned down to kiss the hard peaks on her chest. I took each nipple into my mouth, one after the other and nibbled gently, swirling my tongue around until she moaned for more. She stopped me a moment later and looked longingly into my eyes.”Want to go inside?” she asked. I shook my head.”No,” I said, “no, we can’t. I want you to take me right here.””All right, baby. Pull that skirt up,” she cooed, giggling softly. She was still wearing her tight jeans and I had a short denim mini skirt on. Beneath my skirt, I wore a black thong, the one that Emma always requested that I wear on our dates. While Emma kissed my neck and made her way along my breasts, she was reaching across to the table nearby.Quickly enough, she had retrieved a long, rubber dildo.
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