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I’m going to pass out, and he doesn’t look much better.
Of course he doesn’t. I’ve had one orgasm. He’s had zero. He’s just shoved himself into something snug and clasping, and now I’m looking at him like he’s a slab of prime rib. I’m only surprised he hasn’t passed out from arousal, though I swear he contains himself admirably.
Until I say something I don’t really mean to, and then everything he’s just contained kind of spills out all over the place.
‘Yeah, that’s it,’ I tell him. ‘Fill my cunt with that big dick.’
Then he just sort of … melts all over me. Long before he’s actually done what I’ve suggested, I can feel him shaking. I can feel all of these little tremors going through his body, when he reaches between my legs and slides two eager fingers through my slit.
All of which is arousing in itself, without him telling me don’t, don’t, you’re gonna make me come saying stuff like that.
He said come, I think. He said that word and he’s going to do it, just because I’m squirming and moaning and talking dirty. Which of course just makes me do it all the more.
‘Cunt,’ I say, and then I pause, as though considering – even if doing so proves extremely hard. He’s currently working those two thick fingers into my embarrassingly slick pussy, and it feels … oh God it feels incredible. I don’t care how quickly he thinks he’s going to do this thing – I’m going to do it faster. ‘Is that the word you don’t want me to say?’
‘Yeah, of course … ohhh jeez, you’re so wet.’
Is it weird if him saying the most mundane of sex-words excites me? First come, now wet. Any second he’s going to say jizz in your ass and I’m going to spontaneously have an orgasm.
‘Am I? You like feeling my hot, slick cunt?’
‘Don’t say cu – just … just hold on.’
‘Were you almost going to say it then, baby? Come on, come on. Say it to me. Say cunt while you fuck me there.’
His eyes roll closed, but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. In fact, I think he’s kind of hoping I’ll climax again just from the fingering he’s giving me. And if I’m being honest, he’s not far wrong. Hell – he’s as good at this as he was at eating my pussy, and after a second of that rough pressure he’s putting on my G-spot, I actually tell him as much.
Only it comes out: Grrorrganurgle.
Instead of anything resembling actual words and sentences. I have to just tell him with one hand on his back and one at his cock, pulling at both until he gives in and takes away that delicious pressure.
Then replaces it with another sort altogether. Ohhhh, it’s definitely another sort. He feels even bigger than I thought he would, and better than that – he talks to me, while trying to work that immense cock of his into my tight little hole. He actually says the words: you’re so little, which I just add to the list of things I shouldn’t find arousing to hear.
I even find it arousing to see him straining to get inside me, the look on his face like someone simultaneously dying and coming alive with pleasure. It’s only when he finally, finally manages to ease the head of his cock through all of my slickness and into my clenching hole, that one wins out over the other.
I think we both gasp. I definitely make a kind of strangled sigh, at the very least. And once he starts moving – faster than I expect, and oh so thankfully rougher, too – I can’t hold back. I just let out every moan that’s been building in my body, as said body tries and fails to tighten around the cock that’s filling me.
Yeah – that’s right. It tries and fails. I guess there’s just nowhere for my pussy to go, when it attempts to clamp around the thick length sliding back and forth inside it – though Artie sure seems to appreciate the effort. He jerks as though shot the second I do it, and when I do it again he tells me don’t, just like he did a moment ago.
Though obviously for
Of course he doesn’t. I’ve had one orgasm. He’s had zero. He’s just shoved himself into something snug and clasping, and now I’m looking at him like he’s a slab of prime rib. I’m only surprised he hasn’t passed out from arousal, though I swear he contains himself admirably.
Until I say something I don’t really mean to, and then everything he’s just contained kind of spills out all over the place.
‘Yeah, that’s it,’ I tell him. ‘Fill my cunt with that big dick.’
Then he just sort of … melts all over me. Long before he’s actually done what I’ve suggested, I can feel him shaking. I can feel all of these little tremors going through his body, when he reaches between my legs and slides two eager fingers through my slit.
All of which is arousing in itself, without him telling me don’t, don’t, you’re gonna make me come saying stuff like that.
He said come, I think. He said that word and he’s going to do it, just because I’m squirming and moaning and talking dirty. Which of course just makes me do it all the more.
‘Cunt,’ I say, and then I pause, as though considering – even if doing so proves extremely hard. He’s currently working those two thick fingers into my embarrassingly slick pussy, and it feels … oh God it feels incredible. I don’t care how quickly he thinks he’s going to do this thing – I’m going to do it faster. ‘Is that the word you don’t want me to say?’
‘Yeah, of course … ohhh jeez, you’re so wet.’
Is it weird if him saying the most mundane of sex-words excites me? First come, now wet. Any second he’s going to say jizz in your ass and I’m going to spontaneously have an orgasm.
‘Am I? You like feeling my hot, slick cunt?’
‘Don’t say cu – just … just hold on.’
‘Were you almost going to say it then, baby? Come on, come on. Say it to me. Say cunt while you fuck me there.’
His eyes roll closed, but he doesn’t stop what he’s doing. In fact, I think he’s kind of hoping I’ll climax again just from the fingering he’s giving me. And if I’m being honest, he’s not far wrong. Hell – he’s as good at this as he was at eating my pussy, and after a second of that rough pressure he’s putting on my G-spot, I actually tell him as much.
Only it comes out: Grrorrganurgle.
Instead of anything resembling actual words and sentences. I have to just tell him with one hand on his back and one at his cock, pulling at both until he gives in and takes away that delicious pressure.
Then replaces it with another sort altogether. Ohhhh, it’s definitely another sort. He feels even bigger than I thought he would, and better than that – he talks to me, while trying to work that immense cock of his into my tight little hole. He actually says the words: you’re so little, which I just add to the list of things I shouldn’t find arousing to hear.
I even find it arousing to see him straining to get inside me, the look on his face like someone simultaneously dying and coming alive with pleasure. It’s only when he finally, finally manages to ease the head of his cock through all of my slickness and into my clenching hole, that one wins out over the other.
I think we both gasp. I definitely make a kind of strangled sigh, at the very least. And once he starts moving – faster than I expect, and oh so thankfully rougher, too – I can’t hold back. I just let out every moan that’s been building in my body, as said body tries and fails to tighten around the cock that’s filling me.
Yeah – that’s right. It tries and fails. I guess there’s just nowhere for my pussy to go, when it attempts to clamp around the thick length sliding back and forth inside it – though Artie sure seems to appreciate the effort. He jerks as though shot the second I do it, and when I do it again he tells me don’t, just like he did a moment ago.
Though obviously for
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