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thought she could feel like this. As if her world were growing, as if everything in life was wonderful.
His finger began to caress and move back and forth, then his thumb found her button while his finger bent to touch something inside. The sensation made her jump. It was as if what she had thought was possible, was merely a dream of what was to come.
He continued to rub, to fondle, and caress. Building her higher, making her need. She felt herself swelling, expanding, preparing herself for him.
“Please Flint,” she begged. “I need you inside of me.”
He smiled up at her with that silly grin of his. She knew that she was begging, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel him inside of her. Every instinct, every part of her being was demanding it.
He shifted to kneel between her legs. She bit her lip as she tried to prepare herself. Would it hurt? How much. What if they couldn’t because he was so big? What if it didn’t fit?
She was torn in two ways. She needed him desperately, but her fear made her muscles tense with anticipation.
“Relax,” he said “I will be gentle. We have all night.”
She smiled back at him, he understood her fears. Forcing herself to relax, she stared into his eyes as he positioned himself.
He placed himself at the center of her opening. She held her breath. Slowly, he began to enter her.
The feeling of fear mingled with the feeling of joy. It felt right, it felt like what she had always hoped it would feel like.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to work his way into her. Gently forcing her to open for him.
He was frowning with concentration as he began to sink deeper into her. When he came to her barrier, he stopped for a moment. Letting her adjust.
The feeling of being filled flashed through her. Already, she felt herself stretched and invaded, yet he had not yet fully entered her. How would she ever accommodate him?
He read the emotions on her face and lowered his lips to kiss her, then thrust through her barrier.
A sharp pain exploded inside of her but, quickly lapsed into a feeling of wholeness. He was through.
Still, he continued to push into her until he could go no further.
She felt a new sense of wonder. He was all the way inside of her, and the world was perfect. Her muscles instinctively clamped onto him. Holding him in place.
He threw his head back and moaned. Then, smiled down at her and shook his head.
“You little minx,” he said with a smile. “Two can play at that game.”
Then, he began to move inside of her. Slowly, almost removing himself, then forward, filling her once again. Over and over. Laila’s eyes closed and she was lost. The sensation of pure bliss was unbelievably joyful. Every ridge, every bump seemed to pass over a sensitive spot inside of her.
Every thrust lifted her higher. Made her want more.
“Oh, Yes, Flint,” she said. “Yes.”
Her body moved with him. Met his thrust. Rising higher. Searching for release.
He continued to move back and forth. A little twist and turn with each thrust as if he were trying to go deeper. Trying to reach every spot possible.
His hips continued to thrust into her over and over again.
Laila became lost in a world of senses with only Flint in this world. The feel of his shoulders under her hands. That manly smell of his that melted her insides. The sound of his breath, laboring as he fought to bring her higher. The taste of his salty skin.
“Yes,” she said, as she shook her head back and forth on the pillow. This man had become her entire world.
“Please,” she begged, as she searched for release.
He continued to thrust into her like some mighty monster taking her higher than she had ever gone before.
“Yesssssssssss” she screamed, as her world exploded. Wave after wave of pure pleasure passed over her as he continued to move inside of her.
At last, Flint gave out a mighty roar and thrust one last, hard time into her and exploded inside of her. Pumping her full of
His finger began to caress and move back and forth, then his thumb found her button while his finger bent to touch something inside. The sensation made her jump. It was as if what she had thought was possible, was merely a dream of what was to come.
He continued to rub, to fondle, and caress. Building her higher, making her need. She felt herself swelling, expanding, preparing herself for him.
“Please Flint,” she begged. “I need you inside of me.”
He smiled up at her with that silly grin of his. She knew that she was begging, but she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel him inside of her. Every instinct, every part of her being was demanding it.
He shifted to kneel between her legs. She bit her lip as she tried to prepare herself. Would it hurt? How much. What if they couldn’t because he was so big? What if it didn’t fit?
She was torn in two ways. She needed him desperately, but her fear made her muscles tense with anticipation.
“Relax,” he said “I will be gentle. We have all night.”
She smiled back at him, he understood her fears. Forcing herself to relax, she stared into his eyes as he positioned himself.
He placed himself at the center of her opening. She held her breath. Slowly, he began to enter her.
The feeling of fear mingled with the feeling of joy. It felt right, it felt like what she had always hoped it would feel like.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to work his way into her. Gently forcing her to open for him.
He was frowning with concentration as he began to sink deeper into her. When he came to her barrier, he stopped for a moment. Letting her adjust.
The feeling of being filled flashed through her. Already, she felt herself stretched and invaded, yet he had not yet fully entered her. How would she ever accommodate him?
He read the emotions on her face and lowered his lips to kiss her, then thrust through her barrier.
A sharp pain exploded inside of her but, quickly lapsed into a feeling of wholeness. He was through.
Still, he continued to push into her until he could go no further.
She felt a new sense of wonder. He was all the way inside of her, and the world was perfect. Her muscles instinctively clamped onto him. Holding him in place.
He threw his head back and moaned. Then, smiled down at her and shook his head.
“You little minx,” he said with a smile. “Two can play at that game.”
Then, he began to move inside of her. Slowly, almost removing himself, then forward, filling her once again. Over and over. Laila’s eyes closed and she was lost. The sensation of pure bliss was unbelievably joyful. Every ridge, every bump seemed to pass over a sensitive spot inside of her.
Every thrust lifted her higher. Made her want more.
“Oh, Yes, Flint,” she said. “Yes.”
Her body moved with him. Met his thrust. Rising higher. Searching for release.
He continued to move back and forth. A little twist and turn with each thrust as if he were trying to go deeper. Trying to reach every spot possible.
His hips continued to thrust into her over and over again.
Laila became lost in a world of senses with only Flint in this world. The feel of his shoulders under her hands. That manly smell of his that melted her insides. The sound of his breath, laboring as he fought to bring her higher. The taste of his salty skin.
“Yes,” she said, as she shook her head back and forth on the pillow. This man had become her entire world.
“Please,” she begged, as she searched for release.
He continued to thrust into her like some mighty monster taking her higher than she had ever gone before.
“Yesssssssssss” she screamed, as her world exploded. Wave after wave of pure pleasure passed over her as he continued to move inside of her.
At last, Flint gave out a mighty roar and thrust one last, hard time into her and exploded inside of her. Pumping her full of
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