Koopah

We checked out of the Flamingo soon after the meeting, and made our way to the estate just outside Miami soon after. In simplest terms, it was almost two-thirds the size of Taj Mahal. Five bedrooms, four baths, two floors, not to mention the hotel-lobby-like den that one entered once one came inside.



Of course, her uncle still had stuff in the house to get out, but with the help of a moving company, the job was done in just a few hours, and Miranda and I were left alone.



Miranda. Miranda, Miranda, Miranda. Now that I knew her real name, I couldn’t say it enough. It was like that West Side Story song--“Say it loud and there’s music playing, say it soft and it’s almost like praying. I’ll never stop saying--” Miranda (And when I thought on it, she did remind me of Natalie Wood, in a way. As though Wood had been reborn in Miranda).



In fact, I was saying “Miranda” constantly as I kissed her skin, as soon as we were alone, like Gomez and Morticia. She just smiled and gave herself to me again, and we made loud, passionate love: first with me on top of her, then her on me, then on our sides as I penetrated from behind, and finally a hard, fast fuck, doggie-style, where I finally came after holding back for so long, and the build-up made it like a hose, filling her up until cum was spilling out from her pussy. Then I ate her out, eating up the semen and sucking at her clit until she had a multiple orgasm on my face, shaking like mad.



I held her as she rode through her orgasms, then when she was relaxed, I gave her a passionate kiss, tickling her tongue with mine, after which she passed out from exhaustion. As she slept, I took a walk around the house, examining the rooms more closely. Our previous activities still on my mind, I started thinking about making love to Miranda in every room of the house, no matter how long it took.



Then I heard someone clear her throat, turned, and saw a maid who was rather uncomfortable. I covered myself and said, “Yes?”



She averted my eyes as she asked, “Will you and the miss be eating in tonight, sir?”



I thought about it and said, “Yes. As to what to make, surprise us.”



She nodded and left for the kitchen. I went back to the living room to see if Miranda had woken up. She hadn’t, so I just slid in behind her, and held her while she slept.

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