I felt the shaft twitch several times in a fast rhythm. I tried to swallow according with it as something hot and thick flooded my throat. Reflexively, I moved my head away, my tongue on the head of the pens as another massive load erupted onto my tongue.
The saltiness was everywhere. The muskies and stickies were everywhere. The strange taste collected in little chucks as I tried to move them with my tongue. Before I got a good breath in, he attempted to roll over, his penis rupturing again over my face and in my hair.
"Damn, girl." He said tuening around, leaving my aching pussy behind. Some emotion of incompleteness began to well up in my stomach. Unfairness. He just laid on his side and looked at me trying to remove his cum from my eye row.
One of his fingers found its way back to my vagina. He toyed with me a bit, coaxing me to moan and purr at him against my will. This body was not done. Neither was he.
Suddenly, he climbed over me, his erection returning, glistening with my spit. I felt the hot lump, the tip, pressing up against my groin. I gritted my teeth at the wantingness to be filled and finished. He moved himself back and forth, teasing me with his size.
I reached down, the desire burning past my ability to wait. I guided the tip of him into me, and felt the pressure of it. First, a slight pushing sensation, widening my hips. Then, slowly, with his thrust, I felt it glide on my fluids deep inside me. I felt full unlike anything before. Like after a big meal, but beneath my bellybutton and everywhere else. I clenched my deep muscles and felt the shape of him as it continued to push deeper.
When it hit the back of my vagina, there was a small pinching pain. I felt like all of my insides were being shoved aside. Then, it began its journey back. Like the most relaxing aftermath of a large burrito.
"Fuck..." I said, outloud. I could tell my rounded face was probably a mix of pain, excitement and pleasure at the size of it inside the size of me. Then, with an "hmm," I grabbed at his arms, playfully dragging my nails to raise goosepimples, I said, " fuck me."
The sensuality of my voice captured me off guard. I was so hot I was turning myself on. I felt my juices assisting him sliding in and out as the sensations intensified. He kept going harder and faster, and all I could do was try to keep my legs straight and make fists in the blankets, grabbing on for dear life. He suckled at my neck, licked at my ear. With a mild adjustment of his knees, I felt his hands gab my thighs and lift my legs back. He put the backs of my calves on his shoulders and continued to pound me, gaining a surreal tightness. I felt like a worn glove in all its glory.
My fingers found their way to my folds. I felt him moving in and out of me as I dipped for my fluids. I pulled them back and began massaging circles around my little play bump as he pumped me hard and deep.
The sensation took me up and over. God was it good when I was just playing with myself. Now that there was a massive cock moving back and forth inside me, the sensation was at least a dozen times more fulfilling.
I rapidly came to a climax and looked deep at his crooked smile. He watched me cum while he was inside me. The lust in his eyes coupled with his hands squeezing my ass made the paychology catch up with the heat and pleasure of my body. I felt full and wanted.
When the waves of pleasures came to a tickle, I could feel his twitching. He was ready, and I remembered what my old girlfriend used to do for me. I kicked one lag over and turned myself over on him while he continued to dance inside me.
On my hands and knees, I met him in the act and slid backwards, squeezing my vagina tighter when he thrusted. I wanted him to fill me.
It didn't take long. He buckled forward, grabbed me by the waist with one hand, dragging me back. His other hand went to my neck, holding me in place as he shoved himself as far in as he could get. He thrusted one more time, his girth twitching deep in me. Then, a sudden hot fluid filled me, deep inside. He kept twitching and trying to trust deeper as he came, then came again. Then he came again.
In the back of my head I was shocked at this. When I was a guy, I came maybe once and it wasn't so intense. This man was made of sex.
As he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling sore and deflated, he wiped the tip of his penis on my ass cheeks and pulled me to the bed with him. He draped the furs over me and I could feel the shrinking cock mix with his and my juices in my butt crack.
I felt it uncomfortable for a moment, then his hand distracted me as it fondled my breast. He hissed the back of my beck and I little spooned into him. He held onto me tightly and I had never felt so wanted.
The sensation overcame me and I slowly drifted.
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