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between her thighs began to clench at
Dallas’s huge cock rhythmically. But he did. He knew exactly what was going to happen next when a woman’s snatch was clamping down hard on him, as the librarian’s was doing to him.
Both were about to fall apart. He could feel it by the way her snatch went tighter and tighter around his cock, and the way his loins tensed with excruciating heat, his cock burgeoning inside her, so that it was becoming more and more difficult to move in her depths.
He suddenly went stiff above her, threw his head back, his lips pulled back from his teeth that were gritted. He gave a howling cry as he felt his loins give, completely releasing his liquid inside the soft giving body of the librarian. Dallas ground his pelvis desperately against her buttocks as he spilled his seeds in her cavern.
Anna Marie was startled at first at his savage cry and the way his hands tightened on her hips in bruising grips. A shiver darted down her spine. Was there to be more devouring, more possession, more erotic torment to be endured? Then, suddenly, she felt his hot gush splashing her inner walls, and she wrenched her hips, instinctively avoiding being branded by her lover, her cries low and whimpering. The aching tension inside stretched one more time before completely breaking inside Anna Marie, turning the tension into liquid lava pouring over her loins, stomach, buttocks, and spine, throwing her small body into shudders, her uterine walls milking her lover greedily.
Dallas felt her frantic pulsations squeezing him, and it made his sacs tighten and his cock painfully hard, even when he was still in the throes of his first climax. He pulled her buttocks up even higher and began to pump back and forth into her again, and then ground his hips against hers as he spilled more of himself inside her.
Anna Marie gave a low hoarse cry as she felt more of him flooding into her, and
helplessly felt her loins milk him even more, driving again Dallas to pound heavily into her then hold himself impaled deeply inside her, his strong, bruising hands holding her tightly to him as he poured into her for the third time. She, in turn, felt her loins tighten again and then burst with pleasure.
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She didn’t know how long or how many times Dallas spilled inside her, or how many
times she melted with pleasure. It felt as if it wouldn’t end, and he wouldn’t stop taking her. But she wouldn’t have cared if he took her endlessly until she perished, there, in the middle of her kitchen floor.
Finally, Dallas did give her respite and stopped pumping into her, letting her and himself recover from the several orgasms.
When the last of the spasms left her body, Anna Marie lay on her kitchen floor with the side of her face against the cool tile, exhausted, unable to move, with Dallas still impaling her, leaning over the curve of her back, his whole body shaking from the force of his orgasms, his arms that were supporting him above her trembling a little.
She could hear his shuddering breaths close to her ear. If Dallas had stood up, redressed himself, and walked out of her place, she would not have cared, and would have remained where she lay for centuries while drifting on the languorous wave of sexual aftermath.
At one point, Anna Marie thought they might have remained that way for what seemed
like hours. The next thing she knew, Dallas was lifting her in his arms and carrying her out of the kitchen.
In the living room, a very fat orange tabby cat was on its back on the couch, cleaning itself. It stopped licking, its leg that it had been cleaning sticking up in the air, to watch his mistress being carried through the living room and down the hall by a strange man. Although it was a scene that was far removed from the determinedly placid life of his mistress, the cat could muster little interest in this sudden turn of event. It calmly went back to the cleaning.
Dallas found her bedroom and laid her on her bed.
Dallas’s huge cock rhythmically. But he did. He knew exactly what was going to happen next when a woman’s snatch was clamping down hard on him, as the librarian’s was doing to him.
Both were about to fall apart. He could feel it by the way her snatch went tighter and tighter around his cock, and the way his loins tensed with excruciating heat, his cock burgeoning inside her, so that it was becoming more and more difficult to move in her depths.
He suddenly went stiff above her, threw his head back, his lips pulled back from his teeth that were gritted. He gave a howling cry as he felt his loins give, completely releasing his liquid inside the soft giving body of the librarian. Dallas ground his pelvis desperately against her buttocks as he spilled his seeds in her cavern.
Anna Marie was startled at first at his savage cry and the way his hands tightened on her hips in bruising grips. A shiver darted down her spine. Was there to be more devouring, more possession, more erotic torment to be endured? Then, suddenly, she felt his hot gush splashing her inner walls, and she wrenched her hips, instinctively avoiding being branded by her lover, her cries low and whimpering. The aching tension inside stretched one more time before completely breaking inside Anna Marie, turning the tension into liquid lava pouring over her loins, stomach, buttocks, and spine, throwing her small body into shudders, her uterine walls milking her lover greedily.
Dallas felt her frantic pulsations squeezing him, and it made his sacs tighten and his cock painfully hard, even when he was still in the throes of his first climax. He pulled her buttocks up even higher and began to pump back and forth into her again, and then ground his hips against hers as he spilled more of himself inside her.
Anna Marie gave a low hoarse cry as she felt more of him flooding into her, and
helplessly felt her loins milk him even more, driving again Dallas to pound heavily into her then hold himself impaled deeply inside her, his strong, bruising hands holding her tightly to him as he poured into her for the third time. She, in turn, felt her loins tighten again and then burst with pleasure.
Secret Affair 46
She didn’t know how long or how many times Dallas spilled inside her, or how many
times she melted with pleasure. It felt as if it wouldn’t end, and he wouldn’t stop taking her. But she wouldn’t have cared if he took her endlessly until she perished, there, in the middle of her kitchen floor.
Finally, Dallas did give her respite and stopped pumping into her, letting her and himself recover from the several orgasms.
When the last of the spasms left her body, Anna Marie lay on her kitchen floor with the side of her face against the cool tile, exhausted, unable to move, with Dallas still impaling her, leaning over the curve of her back, his whole body shaking from the force of his orgasms, his arms that were supporting him above her trembling a little.
She could hear his shuddering breaths close to her ear. If Dallas had stood up, redressed himself, and walked out of her place, she would not have cared, and would have remained where she lay for centuries while drifting on the languorous wave of sexual aftermath.
At one point, Anna Marie thought they might have remained that way for what seemed
like hours. The next thing she knew, Dallas was lifting her in his arms and carrying her out of the kitchen.
In the living room, a very fat orange tabby cat was on its back on the couch, cleaning itself. It stopped licking, its leg that it had been cleaning sticking up in the air, to watch his mistress being carried through the living room and down the hall by a strange man. Although it was a scene that was far removed from the determinedly placid life of his mistress, the cat could muster little interest in this sudden turn of event. It calmly went back to the cleaning.
Dallas found her bedroom and laid her on her bed.
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