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kind of marks I might be leaving on him or the pain
it caused. I was in the throes of an orgasm that was
coming from a place deeper inside of me than I’d ever felt before. The sound
that finally escaped along with the rush of the orgasm was somewhere between a
scream and a groan. It was a deep, throaty noise and it was a lot louder than I ’d thought it would be until I heard it. I was enjoying myself too much to wonder if anyone could hear me. As Tristan
would say, I didn’t give a fuck.
He held me tight through my
orgasm, keeping the same motion and continuing to dive into me while my whole
body clenched up tight. I gasped for air while he man-handled me until I
finally came down from my high and he stopped moving, just letting me deflate
into him like a rag doll. He took a step forward and sat me back down on the desk. I lay back, still trying to get
my strength back. Tristan was far from finished. He grabbed my hips and slid me towards him. Then he held my legs up
with his hands on my ankles and slid back into me.
Now that our passion was somewhat sated, we were
able to go a little slower and spend a little more time just taking it all in.
He caressed my legs as he slid in and out of me and,
surprising me, he said, “God I missed this.” It was unlike him to disclose
anything that he was feeling, even that much. Hearing from his own lips that
he’d missed me was like an aphrodisiac. As he slid his
hands down my legs and cupped my ass cheeks with his
hands he said, “Just thinking about this ass makes me hard. Just watching you
walk around makes me want to crawl up between your
legs and devour you.”
His words made me moan. I lay back, propped up on my elbows with my breasts out in
front of me, and I wanted his lips on them again. Before I ’d
finished that thought, he slid out of me, suddenly dropping down to his knees
in front of the desk, holding onto my thighs and shoving his tongue deep into
my pussy. I whimpered and twisted my fingers into his
hair.
“Oh my god, Tristan, oh fuck! Oh
my god!” His tongue was doing a masterful job of enticing and delighting me all at the same time. He let it run around my clit
and through my lips, over and over, stopping only to wiggle it inside of me and
let it move in and out before moving back to my swollen clit. I crossed my legs behind his head and held him tightly
between them as he worked me over. He started flicking against my clit faster and faster and then he slipped two fingers in
between my folds. My mouth was making noises that even
I didn’t understand.
I could feel my body tensing again and I knew another orgasm was coming. He knew
it too, I think. He kept working his fingers into me and his tongue kept doing all of those divine things to
my clit while I wriggled and writhed around on the desk. My fists were clenched hard in his hair and I was coming again—hard. I was riding his face with a frantic passion while my nerves
exploded and my blood passed the point of boiling. My breath was coming out in explosive gasps and I wanted to scream so fucking bad!
When I was finally spent, I
let him go. His scalp was probably going to be sore, but I hadn’t thought of that until I relaxed and unlocked him from my grip. He pulled
his face up and looked at me . He was grinning and his
face was shiny with my juices. He looked so fucking
sexy. He grabbed his cock in his right hand and said, “He’s not finished yet.”
Barely able to speak I finally breathed out, “I’m up for more.”
He repositioned me and
pulled me back down on his cock. I grunted loudly when
he hit bottom and I realized he wasn’t any longer in the mood for slow and
sensual. He fucked me quickly, holding my hips and
slamming his body into mine. I had to hold onto the
edge of the desk to keep from flying off, he was fucking me so hard. I could
feel all of him tightening as he thrashed into me, over and
over , deeper and deeper, until, in a frenzied rush of wild humping, he
grunted loudly
it caused. I was in the throes of an orgasm that was
coming from a place deeper inside of me than I’d ever felt before. The sound
that finally escaped along with the rush of the orgasm was somewhere between a
scream and a groan. It was a deep, throaty noise and it was a lot louder than I ’d thought it would be until I heard it. I was enjoying myself too much to wonder if anyone could hear me. As Tristan
would say, I didn’t give a fuck.
He held me tight through my
orgasm, keeping the same motion and continuing to dive into me while my whole
body clenched up tight. I gasped for air while he man-handled me until I
finally came down from my high and he stopped moving, just letting me deflate
into him like a rag doll. He took a step forward and sat me back down on the desk. I lay back, still trying to get
my strength back. Tristan was far from finished. He grabbed my hips and slid me towards him. Then he held my legs up
with his hands on my ankles and slid back into me.
Now that our passion was somewhat sated, we were
able to go a little slower and spend a little more time just taking it all in.
He caressed my legs as he slid in and out of me and,
surprising me, he said, “God I missed this.” It was unlike him to disclose
anything that he was feeling, even that much. Hearing from his own lips that
he’d missed me was like an aphrodisiac. As he slid his
hands down my legs and cupped my ass cheeks with his
hands he said, “Just thinking about this ass makes me hard. Just watching you
walk around makes me want to crawl up between your
legs and devour you.”
His words made me moan. I lay back, propped up on my elbows with my breasts out in
front of me, and I wanted his lips on them again. Before I ’d
finished that thought, he slid out of me, suddenly dropping down to his knees
in front of the desk, holding onto my thighs and shoving his tongue deep into
my pussy. I whimpered and twisted my fingers into his
hair.
“Oh my god, Tristan, oh fuck! Oh
my god!” His tongue was doing a masterful job of enticing and delighting me all at the same time. He let it run around my clit
and through my lips, over and over, stopping only to wiggle it inside of me and
let it move in and out before moving back to my swollen clit. I crossed my legs behind his head and held him tightly
between them as he worked me over. He started flicking against my clit faster and faster and then he slipped two fingers in
between my folds. My mouth was making noises that even
I didn’t understand.
I could feel my body tensing again and I knew another orgasm was coming. He knew
it too, I think. He kept working his fingers into me and his tongue kept doing all of those divine things to
my clit while I wriggled and writhed around on the desk. My fists were clenched hard in his hair and I was coming again—hard. I was riding his face with a frantic passion while my nerves
exploded and my blood passed the point of boiling. My breath was coming out in explosive gasps and I wanted to scream so fucking bad!
When I was finally spent, I
let him go. His scalp was probably going to be sore, but I hadn’t thought of that until I relaxed and unlocked him from my grip. He pulled
his face up and looked at me . He was grinning and his
face was shiny with my juices. He looked so fucking
sexy. He grabbed his cock in his right hand and said, “He’s not finished yet.”
Barely able to speak I finally breathed out, “I’m up for more.”
He repositioned me and
pulled me back down on his cock. I grunted loudly when
he hit bottom and I realized he wasn’t any longer in the mood for slow and
sensual. He fucked me quickly, holding my hips and
slamming his body into mine. I had to hold onto the
edge of the desk to keep from flying off, he was fucking me so hard. I could
feel all of him tightening as he thrashed into me, over and
over , deeper and deeper, until, in a frenzied rush of wild humping, he
grunted loudly
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