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covers, violently tugging my jeans down past my knees and then using my feet to push them off my ankles.
My fingers slipped under my panties and explored my dripping wet folds. I didn’t need to ease into it—my slick fingers went straight for my clit, which I rubbed slowly as I thought back to Barton on my sofa.
“I want to pump so much inside you, it spills out and dribbles down your thighs.”
“That’s what I want,” I replied. “I want your hot load inside me.”
“Beg me, Kristi,” Barton growled. “Beg for my cock, and I’ll plunge it so hard inside you, you’ll be screaming my name in your dreams for weeks.”
I grabbed his hand and moved it between my legs so that he could feel the heat burning between them. He moaned with pleasure, as I opened my jeans and pulled them down.
“That’s how much I want you,” I whispered. “I want your cock to slide in me.”
“No,” Barton growled again. “That’s not enough. I want you to beg me for it.”
I moved his fingers under my soaked panties and pushed his fingers into my wet sex. “Please,” I begged. “I want to feel your cock inside me. I’m so wet, I just want you to slide right in and fuck me like I’m one of those girls at your parties. Treat me like the naughty little slut I am.”
My fingers moved furiously over my clit. I considered grabbing a vibrator from under the bed, but I’d have to stop and right now that couldn’t happen.
“More,” Barton whispered in my ear, as he pushed his fingers deep into me.
I squirmed under his touch, grinding my hips into his hand so that his palm rubbed against my swollen clit.
“I want you to bend me over, and fuck me from behind. Pull my hair hard, and fuck me deep. Raw.”
“Shit,” Barton moaned.
He pulled his hand from my pussy and flipped me over onto my front. I slipped off my t-shirt as he pulled down his jeans, freeing his hard cock and readying it for me.
“You’ve earned it,” Barton said in a deep low voice. “You’ve earned this fucking.”
“Hurry, please,” I moaned. My pussy lips were pulsing in anticipation with Barton’s cock just inches from entering me.
His strong hands grabbed my ass as the tip of his dick parted my folds. Then he thrust into me. His thick cock stretched me open, quickly moving into places no man or toy had ever reached.
I slipped two fingers inside my sex, desperately trying to simulate the feeling. I knew it wasn’t close, but it was enough.
“Harder,” I moaned immediately. “I want all of you, Barton.”
“Shit, Kristi,” Barton yelled. “You’re so fucking wet and tight. I can’t wait to come in this pussy.”
“Do it,” I commanded. “Fill me up, Barton. I want it all.”
My fingers moved back to my clit. No time to grab a toy. My body was already enveloped in a fiery heat, and I knew an explosion was close.
He pulled my hair and yanked my head up into the air, as his other hand dug deep into my skin.
“You like being fucked like a little slut?” he whispered.
“Yes, oh fuck yes. Screw me like the dirty whore I am. I deserve this. I deserve a rough hard fucking.”
“Oh, Kristi,” Barton moaned. He pulled harder on my hair, and his nails dug deep into my skin. “Take my load, you little slut.”
I clamped onto his cock as he exploded inside me. His explosion triggered my own. Thrust after thrust followed, with my body shaking uncontrollably as he emptied his balls into my grateful pussy.
My body contorted and twisted as my fingers brought me over the edge. A week of pent up frustration came out in one satisfying blast of energy through my body.
I couldn’t get out of bed for an hour. My body simply refused to move.
My brain was just as uncooperative. There was a problem, and I had to face up to it. If that’s what Barton could do in my imagination, what could he do if I let him have me in real life? If I gave in and begged for his cock?
What would happen if we spent hours screwing until we couldn’t
My fingers slipped under my panties and explored my dripping wet folds. I didn’t need to ease into it—my slick fingers went straight for my clit, which I rubbed slowly as I thought back to Barton on my sofa.
“I want to pump so much inside you, it spills out and dribbles down your thighs.”
“That’s what I want,” I replied. “I want your hot load inside me.”
“Beg me, Kristi,” Barton growled. “Beg for my cock, and I’ll plunge it so hard inside you, you’ll be screaming my name in your dreams for weeks.”
I grabbed his hand and moved it between my legs so that he could feel the heat burning between them. He moaned with pleasure, as I opened my jeans and pulled them down.
“That’s how much I want you,” I whispered. “I want your cock to slide in me.”
“No,” Barton growled again. “That’s not enough. I want you to beg me for it.”
I moved his fingers under my soaked panties and pushed his fingers into my wet sex. “Please,” I begged. “I want to feel your cock inside me. I’m so wet, I just want you to slide right in and fuck me like I’m one of those girls at your parties. Treat me like the naughty little slut I am.”
My fingers moved furiously over my clit. I considered grabbing a vibrator from under the bed, but I’d have to stop and right now that couldn’t happen.
“More,” Barton whispered in my ear, as he pushed his fingers deep into me.
I squirmed under his touch, grinding my hips into his hand so that his palm rubbed against my swollen clit.
“I want you to bend me over, and fuck me from behind. Pull my hair hard, and fuck me deep. Raw.”
“Shit,” Barton moaned.
He pulled his hand from my pussy and flipped me over onto my front. I slipped off my t-shirt as he pulled down his jeans, freeing his hard cock and readying it for me.
“You’ve earned it,” Barton said in a deep low voice. “You’ve earned this fucking.”
“Hurry, please,” I moaned. My pussy lips were pulsing in anticipation with Barton’s cock just inches from entering me.
His strong hands grabbed my ass as the tip of his dick parted my folds. Then he thrust into me. His thick cock stretched me open, quickly moving into places no man or toy had ever reached.
I slipped two fingers inside my sex, desperately trying to simulate the feeling. I knew it wasn’t close, but it was enough.
“Harder,” I moaned immediately. “I want all of you, Barton.”
“Shit, Kristi,” Barton yelled. “You’re so fucking wet and tight. I can’t wait to come in this pussy.”
“Do it,” I commanded. “Fill me up, Barton. I want it all.”
My fingers moved back to my clit. No time to grab a toy. My body was already enveloped in a fiery heat, and I knew an explosion was close.
He pulled my hair and yanked my head up into the air, as his other hand dug deep into my skin.
“You like being fucked like a little slut?” he whispered.
“Yes, oh fuck yes. Screw me like the dirty whore I am. I deserve this. I deserve a rough hard fucking.”
“Oh, Kristi,” Barton moaned. He pulled harder on my hair, and his nails dug deep into my skin. “Take my load, you little slut.”
I clamped onto his cock as he exploded inside me. His explosion triggered my own. Thrust after thrust followed, with my body shaking uncontrollably as he emptied his balls into my grateful pussy.
My body contorted and twisted as my fingers brought me over the edge. A week of pent up frustration came out in one satisfying blast of energy through my body.
I couldn’t get out of bed for an hour. My body simply refused to move.
My brain was just as uncooperative. There was a problem, and I had to face up to it. If that’s what Barton could do in my imagination, what could he do if I let him have me in real life? If I gave in and begged for his cock?
What would happen if we spent hours screwing until we couldn’t
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