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was. He pushed three fingers into her and Natasha felt her body responding again, as he brushed that sensitive spot inside.
As Eric continued to thrust his fingers into her, Natasha’s inner muscles clenched down on his fingers as her excitement grew. She spread her legs wider, reaching for him, and with a groan, Eric, pulled his dripping fingers out of her entrance, rubbing them over his straining penis, coating it with her juices.
She watched him, her eyes almost feverish with her need. Natasha should have been embarrassed but she was so turned on by the sight of his shaft glistening with the evidence of her arousal, she couldn’t look away.
Eric dropped to the bed alongside of her, rolling onto his back. “Get on top.” He told her.
Without a second’s thought about it, Natasha pulled herself onto her knees, then straddled him, putting her hands on his chest to support herself. She removed one of her hands from his chest and wrapped her fingers around his penis, at its base and Eric sucked in a noisy breath at her touch.
She positioned herself over his hard shaft and started to lower herself touching the head of his penis against her opening. Natasha then swept him up, using him to brush over her clitoris. Around and around, back and forth she rubbed him against her opening then swept him through her folds until she could press him against her clitoris, rotating her hips as she did so.
It felt so good and she threw her head back, her breathing coming faster as she used Eric’s body like a toy. Faster and faster she guided his penis from her entrance to her clitoris, her breath panting through her parted lips.
“Natasha!” Eric’s voice cut through her pleasure, his tone holding a note of warning to it. Slowly she opened her eyes, struggling to focus on his face, her hand stilling. She gazed down at him her body tingling with her excitement, her sex throbbing with need.
Eric’s face was strained, his lips tightened into a hard line, his eyes burning with the depth of his desire and a hint of desperation on his face.
“As much as I enjoy watching you having fun sweetheart, keep that up and you won’t have anything to play with very soon.” He warned.
Reaching between their bodies, Eric pushed her hand aside, positioning himself at her entrance where he thrust up hard into her, making Natasha gasp as he filled her. He grabbed her hips, pushing her down on him until she felt him nudging her cervix.
With his firm grip on her hips, he controlled the pace, pulling her down hard on him as he thrust up, into her. Natasha started to move, her hands on Eric’s chest, rising up slowly, then lowering herself back onto him, impaling herself on his hard length. She could feel the pressure starting to build inside again as he filled her so completely.
She started moving faster, removing her hands from Eric’s chest, shifting them until her hands rested on his thighs behind her. She continued to move, gradually increasing the pace, bent back as she was she could feel him rubbing against her internal pleasure spot. When she lowered herself and ground against him, he brushed her cervix, the combination working towards the climax she could feel building inside.
Eric’s fingers suddenly moved between them, pinching her clitoris between his thumb and finger, rubbing and squeezing it. The feeling was too much for Natasha and she reached her orgasm, throwing her head back, her hair tumbling over Eric’s thighs and his name burst from her lips, her body clamping down hard on him, before she collapsed forward against his chest.
Her body stilled, and she lay there, cushioned on Eric, gasping for air, while she quivered through the last of her climax. She could hear his breathing in her ear and she felt him hard inside her still. Eric hadn’t come yet.
Natasha gave a small wiggle of her hips and Eric groaned. His arms snaked around her and suddenly he flipped them, so she was lying on her back, still with Eric buried
As Eric continued to thrust his fingers into her, Natasha’s inner muscles clenched down on his fingers as her excitement grew. She spread her legs wider, reaching for him, and with a groan, Eric, pulled his dripping fingers out of her entrance, rubbing them over his straining penis, coating it with her juices.
She watched him, her eyes almost feverish with her need. Natasha should have been embarrassed but she was so turned on by the sight of his shaft glistening with the evidence of her arousal, she couldn’t look away.
Eric dropped to the bed alongside of her, rolling onto his back. “Get on top.” He told her.
Without a second’s thought about it, Natasha pulled herself onto her knees, then straddled him, putting her hands on his chest to support herself. She removed one of her hands from his chest and wrapped her fingers around his penis, at its base and Eric sucked in a noisy breath at her touch.
She positioned herself over his hard shaft and started to lower herself touching the head of his penis against her opening. Natasha then swept him up, using him to brush over her clitoris. Around and around, back and forth she rubbed him against her opening then swept him through her folds until she could press him against her clitoris, rotating her hips as she did so.
It felt so good and she threw her head back, her breathing coming faster as she used Eric’s body like a toy. Faster and faster she guided his penis from her entrance to her clitoris, her breath panting through her parted lips.
“Natasha!” Eric’s voice cut through her pleasure, his tone holding a note of warning to it. Slowly she opened her eyes, struggling to focus on his face, her hand stilling. She gazed down at him her body tingling with her excitement, her sex throbbing with need.
Eric’s face was strained, his lips tightened into a hard line, his eyes burning with the depth of his desire and a hint of desperation on his face.
“As much as I enjoy watching you having fun sweetheart, keep that up and you won’t have anything to play with very soon.” He warned.
Reaching between their bodies, Eric pushed her hand aside, positioning himself at her entrance where he thrust up hard into her, making Natasha gasp as he filled her. He grabbed her hips, pushing her down on him until she felt him nudging her cervix.
With his firm grip on her hips, he controlled the pace, pulling her down hard on him as he thrust up, into her. Natasha started to move, her hands on Eric’s chest, rising up slowly, then lowering herself back onto him, impaling herself on his hard length. She could feel the pressure starting to build inside again as he filled her so completely.
She started moving faster, removing her hands from Eric’s chest, shifting them until her hands rested on his thighs behind her. She continued to move, gradually increasing the pace, bent back as she was she could feel him rubbing against her internal pleasure spot. When she lowered herself and ground against him, he brushed her cervix, the combination working towards the climax she could feel building inside.
Eric’s fingers suddenly moved between them, pinching her clitoris between his thumb and finger, rubbing and squeezing it. The feeling was too much for Natasha and she reached her orgasm, throwing her head back, her hair tumbling over Eric’s thighs and his name burst from her lips, her body clamping down hard on him, before she collapsed forward against his chest.
Her body stilled, and she lay there, cushioned on Eric, gasping for air, while she quivered through the last of her climax. She could hear his breathing in her ear and she felt him hard inside her still. Eric hadn’t come yet.
Natasha gave a small wiggle of her hips and Eric groaned. His arms snaked around her and suddenly he flipped them, so she was lying on her back, still with Eric buried
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