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She sucked his cock with long strokes of her lapping mouth. Every inch of his hot tool was engulfed in her succulent embrace.

Then she swallowed it down to the base. Her lips kissed his balls as her tongue licked his hot and throbbing staff.

His cock exploded into her mouth and giant jets of come burned on her tongue. His cock lurched but she held onto it firmly.

Thick gobs of sperm pumped out of his dick and drenched her mouth. She couldn't swallow his load fast enough and come dripped out from the corners of her lips.

She tasted nearly every drop of his steamy batter until her mouth was so filled with it with it she almost choked.

She lifted her face off his palpitating prick and jerked the staff with both hands. She watched the frothy spray fly into the air.

Oodles of sperm shot forth as his cock kept pumping to relieve its heavy charge. Melanie kept lapping it up but could not lap fast enough.

Her hands were drenched with sperm. She licked her fingers clean when his cock finally stopped pumping.

She took the cock back into her mouth and licked off every drop of sperm that had missed the confines of her eager mouth.

She left his cock clean as a whistle, then looked up at him smiling as she waved his softening cock in front of her face.

She was glad to have been the cause of his pleasure. She had repaid him in full for the raptures she had experienced.

She wiped his cock dry with tissues she drew from a box on the nearby coffee table and then put his cock back in his pants.

She raised herself up and fixed her clothes back in place. When she was finished she looked at him with that dignified air that always made him marvel.

She had a queen's grace. Everything she did, even while she sucked his cock, bespoke of a regal quality.

She floated across the room as she went to the hall mirror to check her makeup. Carter was too spent to do anything but just watch her.

"It's been a lovely evening, Carter, but I think you should go now."

"Oh, of course. I was just a little drained, that's all."

"You can call on me tomorrow if you'd like."

"I'd like that ever so much."

He wanted to raise up onto his feet but as yet he was still too weak. She helped him up and led him to the door.

"What time should I call for you."

"The same time as tonight."

"Perhaps we'll see a movie."

"Why, that would be perfectly delightful."

She opened the door and led him onto the porch. The driver started up the car and then got out to open the door.

They kissed one final time before parting. This time, when their tongues met, Carter could taste the residue from his mighty charge.

He left her standing on the porch bathed in rays of the purple moonlight and blew her one final kiss.

She made believe she was catching it and then clutched it to her heart. She felt for the locket he had given her that hung from her neck.

The driver closed the door and then took his position behind the wheel and gunned the engine twice before pulling out.

She saw the dust fly up from the spinning wheels as the limousine pulled away from the porch. Carter turned to her and from out the back window waved goodbye to her one final time.

Her eyes followed the speeding car until it faded into the night and she strained her eyes until they burned from the effort and began to tear.

She held Carter's locket up to the moonlight and read aloud the inscription engraved on the back. It said: "With All My Love, Carter."

She sat down on her porch and the dust from Carter's limousine swirled around her while she gazed up at the full moon.

Everything had gone dashingly well. Gone were the memories of a few months before. Not one sordid dream haunted her in her sleep since that maddening event.

She raised up her dress so as to feel the cool breeze on her sweaty legs. She smiled to herself and thought of Carter.

She didn't want to say it but it was true. He was a better lover than Lightning, much better.

She never thought of her once favorite steed anymore. In fact, sometimes she actually felt hate for Lightning.

She was glad that Carter had taken Lightning's place in her life. Everyone said they made the perfect couple.

She stood up to go back in the house. A dull sound pierced through the night. She pricked her ears and listened harder.

It was the sound of a high-pitched whinny.