end.
H e took my hand and beckoned me to stand up. With his mighty arms, he turned me around and pushed my upper back towards the table of my drawer. I was standing up, slightly bent over, when he spread my legs with his feet.
T hen he kneeled behind me , his head positioned square on my ass, his mouth touching the opening of my womanhood from below.
A nd he started to lick .
A nd I groaned in absolute rapture.
H is tongue lapped from the base of my vagina to the tip of my anus, and the sensation I felt was amazingly beyond compare.
I t was a combination of everything ... the vulnerability of my position, the skillful way he used his tongue, the forbidden nature of what we were doing, the relief from the pain I was feeling... everything... that made that instance highly, highly sensual. I could even argue that it was the most sensual moment of my life. I have never felt hornier than how I was when he was tongue-fucking me from behind.
I was so stimulated that a deluge of my wetness began to flow, uncontrollably, unto his face, into his mouth, across his cheeks... with some drops finding their way to the floor.
I covered my mouth with my own hand... I was at the verge of shrieking.
H e continued to slurp my pussy and the sensation intensified.
T hen he inserted his fingers , three of them if I wasn’t mistaken, inside my cunt, and I was forced to stand on my toes as immeasurable pleasure took over my body.
“ O h my God , oh my God, oh my God...” I started to utter... barely able to maintain a conscious effort not to scream.
G oosebumps started to form all over me, something he surely discovered.
H e stood up and draped his upper body on my back, holding my hands from behind and pinning them on the surface of the table.
T hen I felt it .
T he hardness of his cock slowly penetrating me.
T he tip of his dick entered me fluidly. It played around the opening of my vagina, tickling the walls under the lid of my womanhood, teasing me with the ecstatic experience that was yet to come. It also caused more of my juice to flow, and his cock rubbed it all over the entrance to my sex.
T hat made it very slippery ... slippery enough for half of his cock to go in.
I t was painful . My pussy hasn’t been extended that much before. It hurt so much that I almost yelled.
A lmost .
T hen he pulled out ... only to go back in again. My vaginal walls began to adjust to the size of his cock. He pulled out and pushed in, repeating the routine over and over again, building up to a gripping sensation that only rocketed with every intrusion.
H e rubbed my back , gently tracing my spine with his fingers... asking me, without speaking, if I was alright... if that was what I wanted.
I gripped his fingers with mine... a silent assent... a quiet reassurance... a complete surrender.
A nd he pushed in , spearing my pussy with the entirety of his manhood... and I screamed. He squeezed my arm to remind me of what should be done... so I buried my mouth over the back of his right hand, trying my best not to squeal.
I t hurt once more ... and the second intrusion was just as painful.
B ut come the subsequent penetrations , the pain subsided, replaced by amorous bliss that prompted every nerve of my body to respond to his movements. I squirmed, I turned, I twisted. And he kept pushing and pulling his enormous cock in and out of me... my juice made his every motion smoother than the last.
S oon enough , he was pounding me... the base of his dick ramming my butt cheeks, the sound of thumping flesh reverberating all over my bedroom.
H e moaned , and he didn’t care. And I moaned as well.
A t that moment , the world was ours. No one else’s.
T hen I noticed something trickle down my thighs. The liquid wasn’t as thick as my wetness. It was quite diluted... not as heavy, not as dense.
T he smell that followed confirmed my suspicion.
C oppery . Ruddy. Musty.
I t was blood .
M y blood .
A signal
H e took my hand and beckoned me to stand up. With his mighty arms, he turned me around and pushed my upper back towards the table of my drawer. I was standing up, slightly bent over, when he spread my legs with his feet.
T hen he kneeled behind me , his head positioned square on my ass, his mouth touching the opening of my womanhood from below.
A nd he started to lick .
A nd I groaned in absolute rapture.
H is tongue lapped from the base of my vagina to the tip of my anus, and the sensation I felt was amazingly beyond compare.
I t was a combination of everything ... the vulnerability of my position, the skillful way he used his tongue, the forbidden nature of what we were doing, the relief from the pain I was feeling... everything... that made that instance highly, highly sensual. I could even argue that it was the most sensual moment of my life. I have never felt hornier than how I was when he was tongue-fucking me from behind.
I was so stimulated that a deluge of my wetness began to flow, uncontrollably, unto his face, into his mouth, across his cheeks... with some drops finding their way to the floor.
I covered my mouth with my own hand... I was at the verge of shrieking.
H e continued to slurp my pussy and the sensation intensified.
T hen he inserted his fingers , three of them if I wasn’t mistaken, inside my cunt, and I was forced to stand on my toes as immeasurable pleasure took over my body.
“ O h my God , oh my God, oh my God...” I started to utter... barely able to maintain a conscious effort not to scream.
G oosebumps started to form all over me, something he surely discovered.
H e stood up and draped his upper body on my back, holding my hands from behind and pinning them on the surface of the table.
T hen I felt it .
T he hardness of his cock slowly penetrating me.
T he tip of his dick entered me fluidly. It played around the opening of my vagina, tickling the walls under the lid of my womanhood, teasing me with the ecstatic experience that was yet to come. It also caused more of my juice to flow, and his cock rubbed it all over the entrance to my sex.
T hat made it very slippery ... slippery enough for half of his cock to go in.
I t was painful . My pussy hasn’t been extended that much before. It hurt so much that I almost yelled.
A lmost .
T hen he pulled out ... only to go back in again. My vaginal walls began to adjust to the size of his cock. He pulled out and pushed in, repeating the routine over and over again, building up to a gripping sensation that only rocketed with every intrusion.
H e rubbed my back , gently tracing my spine with his fingers... asking me, without speaking, if I was alright... if that was what I wanted.
I gripped his fingers with mine... a silent assent... a quiet reassurance... a complete surrender.
A nd he pushed in , spearing my pussy with the entirety of his manhood... and I screamed. He squeezed my arm to remind me of what should be done... so I buried my mouth over the back of his right hand, trying my best not to squeal.
I t hurt once more ... and the second intrusion was just as painful.
B ut come the subsequent penetrations , the pain subsided, replaced by amorous bliss that prompted every nerve of my body to respond to his movements. I squirmed, I turned, I twisted. And he kept pushing and pulling his enormous cock in and out of me... my juice made his every motion smoother than the last.
S oon enough , he was pounding me... the base of his dick ramming my butt cheeks, the sound of thumping flesh reverberating all over my bedroom.
H e moaned , and he didn’t care. And I moaned as well.
A t that moment , the world was ours. No one else’s.
T hen I noticed something trickle down my thighs. The liquid wasn’t as thick as my wetness. It was quite diluted... not as heavy, not as dense.
T he smell that followed confirmed my suspicion.
C oppery . Ruddy. Musty.
I t was blood .
M y blood .
A signal
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