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Authors: Arnica Butler
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slid her body up and forward, and between the long hanging strands of her hair I could see her man grasping his big cock with one hand.
I watched, as all the long, thick inches of it slowly emerged from Jordan's pussy, sticky and wet with her excitement -
I squinted.
I stared at Jordan's pussy, and for a moment I was too confused to understand what I was seeing.
I blinked.
While I whirled in confusion, he guided his cock behind her. He moved the tip of it around in a circle, which I couldn't see but knew to be the puckered rim of her hole.
I stared at her cunt, still mystified by what was confusing me. And then she lifted her head.
Answering all of my questions.:
Olivia.
I was too stunned to look away. Relief and disappointment flooded through me.
And also: sheepishness.
Of course this was Olivia. It was Olivia's hair, Olivia's body. Olivia's room. I had wanted it to be Jordan so much that I allowed myself to ignore evidence that it wasn't. I had twisted the images in my mind until I saw what I wanted.
I wanted it to be Jordan.
It hit me hard, the realization. It was too obvious to deny.
I felt myself giving in, turning myself over to my fantasy in that moment. As though there were no other option except to accept it.
I let my mind play tricks on me.
I told myself I was still watching Jordan.
She began to move backward, and she squeezed her eyes closed and opened her mouth as she did. “Oh, god!” she said, but she didn't slow her descent.
I watched as his cock began to disappear again. Her wet gash was forward, and there was only one place that thick cock could be disappearing to – but still, it amazed me that she just slid right down, all the way, his whole cock filling up her ass.
She did it slowly, and then rested on his hips. Her eyes were still closed.
“Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck you feel good,” he said. “That's it.”
She ground against him, sort of in a circle, and she gave a soft moan. Her eyes were still closed, and a small tear tickled out of her left eye. She was evidently in some pain.
I heard the slap before I saw it. Then again. Her lover was slapping her ass with his free hand. Hard. She gasped, but her mouth was turned up in a small smile.
“You want an ass full of cum?” he growled.
“Oh, yeah,” Olivia murmured.
It was Olivia's voice, but I closed my eyes and pictured Jordan's mouth saying the words.
“Say it.”
I opened my eyes.
She rolled a little on his hips. “I want an ass full of cum,” she howled.
He slapped her ass again, and I imagined the ripple of Jordan’s ass, and the crimson stain of his hand darkening on Jordan's skin.
My own cock was spewing precum.
“Ride it then, you little slut.”
Oh yeah. Ride that cock.
She bit her lower lip, and mewled, but she obeyed. She began to pump her stuffed asshole up and down the length of his shaft.
He slapped her again, and she picked up speed.
“That's it, keep going, pump that cock for cum you little slut. You want an ass full of cum or not?”
She began to pump harder, and I watched, my mouth dry. My mind hard at work superimposing the details of Jordan's body over Olivia's.
“Oh fuck,” she cried. “Oh, it hurts.”
He slapped her on the ass again. “Tell me you want an ass full of cum.”
“Oh, fuck. I want you to fill my ass up with cum!”
Jesus Christ.
She pumped, but he lost patience after a moment and grabbed her by her tight thighs, and slammed into her. He manhandled her, jamming his cock up inside of her with a thrust of his hips, and pulling her down hard to maximize the depth. Her eyes and mouth flew open in what seemed like shock, and she stayed like that, silently screaming, as he pummeled his cum into her.
When he released her hips, she caught her breath but did not slide off his cock. Instead, she put her feet on the bed, spreading her legs wider but still sitting on top of him with his cock in her ass. She leaned back a little, and I could now see his huge cock inside of
I watched, as all the long, thick inches of it slowly emerged from Jordan's pussy, sticky and wet with her excitement -
I squinted.
I stared at Jordan's pussy, and for a moment I was too confused to understand what I was seeing.
I blinked.
While I whirled in confusion, he guided his cock behind her. He moved the tip of it around in a circle, which I couldn't see but knew to be the puckered rim of her hole.
I stared at her cunt, still mystified by what was confusing me. And then she lifted her head.
Answering all of my questions.:
Olivia.
I was too stunned to look away. Relief and disappointment flooded through me.
And also: sheepishness.
Of course this was Olivia. It was Olivia's hair, Olivia's body. Olivia's room. I had wanted it to be Jordan so much that I allowed myself to ignore evidence that it wasn't. I had twisted the images in my mind until I saw what I wanted.
I wanted it to be Jordan.
It hit me hard, the realization. It was too obvious to deny.
I felt myself giving in, turning myself over to my fantasy in that moment. As though there were no other option except to accept it.
I let my mind play tricks on me.
I told myself I was still watching Jordan.
She began to move backward, and she squeezed her eyes closed and opened her mouth as she did. “Oh, god!” she said, but she didn't slow her descent.
I watched as his cock began to disappear again. Her wet gash was forward, and there was only one place that thick cock could be disappearing to – but still, it amazed me that she just slid right down, all the way, his whole cock filling up her ass.
She did it slowly, and then rested on his hips. Her eyes were still closed.
“Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck you feel good,” he said. “That's it.”
She ground against him, sort of in a circle, and she gave a soft moan. Her eyes were still closed, and a small tear tickled out of her left eye. She was evidently in some pain.
I heard the slap before I saw it. Then again. Her lover was slapping her ass with his free hand. Hard. She gasped, but her mouth was turned up in a small smile.
“You want an ass full of cum?” he growled.
“Oh, yeah,” Olivia murmured.
It was Olivia's voice, but I closed my eyes and pictured Jordan's mouth saying the words.
“Say it.”
I opened my eyes.
She rolled a little on his hips. “I want an ass full of cum,” she howled.
He slapped her ass again, and I imagined the ripple of Jordan’s ass, and the crimson stain of his hand darkening on Jordan's skin.
My own cock was spewing precum.
“Ride it then, you little slut.”
Oh yeah. Ride that cock.
She bit her lower lip, and mewled, but she obeyed. She began to pump her stuffed asshole up and down the length of his shaft.
He slapped her again, and she picked up speed.
“That's it, keep going, pump that cock for cum you little slut. You want an ass full of cum or not?”
She began to pump harder, and I watched, my mouth dry. My mind hard at work superimposing the details of Jordan's body over Olivia's.
“Oh fuck,” she cried. “Oh, it hurts.”
He slapped her on the ass again. “Tell me you want an ass full of cum.”
“Oh, fuck. I want you to fill my ass up with cum!”
Jesus Christ.
She pumped, but he lost patience after a moment and grabbed her by her tight thighs, and slammed into her. He manhandled her, jamming his cock up inside of her with a thrust of his hips, and pulling her down hard to maximize the depth. Her eyes and mouth flew open in what seemed like shock, and she stayed like that, silently screaming, as he pummeled his cum into her.
When he released her hips, she caught her breath but did not slide off his cock. Instead, she put her feet on the bed, spreading her legs wider but still sitting on top of him with his cock in her ass. She leaned back a little, and I could now see his huge cock inside of
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