Your Dick, Your Dick, Your Fucking Dick!

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“Hey Doll,” Edward said patting the bed next to him.

Moving his oxygen tube, Ginny sat on his bedside, holding his hand and smiled.

“I need..a tug..and a smoke.”

Ginny shook her head, cupping his face.

“I don’t think you are up for either, Love.”

“Up..isn’t the problem,” he said, revealing a raging erection.

“My!” she exclaimed.

“Think of it..as a dying man’s last wish.”

“You’re not dying today old man.”

“I’m dying..for a tug.. and a smoke.”

She laughed and touched his face, shaking her head. His eyes were soft and hopeful. They didn’t plead. Ginny’s smile faded. She leaned in and kissed his parched lips.

“I’ll do you one better,” she whispered, walking into the closet.

Moments later Ginny stepped out wearing only his crisp white dress shirt unbuttoned. She slipped into bed next to him. Pulled his heavy hand onto her breast.

“I remember these,” he smiled.

She held his hand in place and stroked his cheek. He turned his head and kissed her palm.

She slicked her fingers and curled against him, one hand between her legs, one between his, stroking. Breathing heavily in his ear. Their breathing deepened. She warmed a few drops of fluid in her hands again, stroking him to a shine. She straddled him and slid onto his cock, drawing an endless sharp breath between her teeth. Holding her breath.

“Is it ok?” he asked, very concerned.

“Stay still, stay still,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

Ginny exhaled several times, very deeply, very slow. There was a moan at the end of the last long breath. She rocked in his lap, imperceptivity slow. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic draw of oxygen into his nose and the little moans from her throat with each grind of her hips. She began sliding up and down his shaft. His neck was arched hard into his pillow. Her speed increased. He thrust into her, meeting her on the down-stroke. She cried out and collapsed on his chest.

“Ginny? Ginny?” he whispered, very concerned.

She growled, thrusting her hair back.

“Oh Eddy! Your dick, your dick, your fucking dick!”

She pressed her forehead to his, moaning in his face.

“God, I’ve missed this fucking dick!”

She sucked his tongue as he slowing pressed inside her.

Perching high above him again, she fingered her clit as he pinched her proud nipples.

“Faster…Please!” he gasped, “I’m bursting inside.”

“Wait for me, Love,” she said, rubbing her clit.

She worked him into a quick sweat. His breathing short and wheezing. Suddenly he stopped, mind-breath, squeezing her thighs with his hands until his knuckles turned white. She felt him burst, hot and slick inside her.

Ginny moped his brow, neck, and chest with a cool wet washcloth as his wheezing slowed. When he was calm Ginny laid beside him again, naked, pressing her body against his, then took out an old bag of tobacco and some rolling papers. The tobacco was dry but it would have to do. She poured a line on the paper then tidied it. Carefully rolled the cigarette down the middle of her breasts. She made sure he was watching when she licked the length of the paper and sealed the cig. She let him smell it then pinching in her pink lips, touched the tip with a struck wooden match. She waved the match out, sliding her breasts against his face to set the match on the bedside table. She touched her lips with two fingers, lazily holding the cigarette between. She drew a few short puffs. Smoke curled from her red lips in long white wisps. She pinched a leaf from her tongue. Then leaning back, showing her long neck, she drew the smoke into her mouth. The tip glowing orange. She pressed her moist lips onto his. Smoke drifted over his tongue, into his throat. He drew her in. Sucking every wisp of tobacco from her lungs, her mouth, her tongue. He sucked the whole cigarette from her lips, taking kisses with every draw.

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