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Why? She sends me downstairs with a hard on. I reach the kitchen and open the fridge. Pull a beer from the top shelf and return upstairs. She’s sleeping. I pull the covers down her body until a breast is exposed then suck it gently into my mouth before releasing it. The hard on is back. I slide a hand down and between her legs circling a finger then entering her softly. She moans quietly with eyes still closed half asleep, half awake. I rub my cock against her soft cunt and she begins to wake. “Mmmm baby…” She moans. “…mmm, oooh…fuck.” I slide in as I have before and once again we’re fucking. A leg up a leg down, both up… knees by her ears. Stroke after stroke. Then legs to one side then flat on her front then on all fours. I watch myself slide in and out, over and over again. Every now and then I’m struck by the hilarity of it all…the ridiculous nature of the act. But I work through it. Afterwards nothing has changed. “Cuddle.” She says with arms outstretched. And I hold her close. I’m fucking mystified by it all. Put the cock in and work away. Love is somewhere in this mess. Pull it out and wipe it off. She lies in my arms smiling and all I can manage is a look of bemusement.
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