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with a simple word. I lifted my hips and pushed my pussy towards him.
“Female,” his deep voice seemed strained, and I liked that feeling of power. “I will hurt you with this much need.”
“Hurt me Omar.” I whined.
His exhale was beyond expressive and he rubbed himself harder against my soaked folds of softest skin. He gritted his teeth and then buried his bulging crown into my entrance. He pulled my thighs up and around his waist and he came back down over me. His body shook as he entered me. Mine began quaking as if I’d been electrocuted. He slid himself, slowly at first, slightly retreating, and then advancing more and more until he was buried to his balls inside me. He stalled there and we both held our breaths.
I felt so much, all of him, his heart, his thudding pulse; his immense heat. He was inside me, he was part of me, I squeeze him with my internal muscles and he made that sound.
He went to one arm and supported himself. With his other hand, he stroked my cheek and cupped my face, “My beautiful goddess, am I hurting you?”
I shook my head and lifted my face to his and kissed him. I wrapped my legs around his tight waist and locked my ankles, and I pushed my hips into his. He went even farther inside me, I squeezed him again. I muttered, “Omar, show me, make love to me. You aren’t hurting me.”
He made that sound. Then he started. He put his weight on me and held me and he began taking long, languid strokes in and out of my body. I clung to him like a sloth on a branch, and I wallowed in what he was giving me. He was so hard, and my body was so wet we melded together as if we were one. I rolled with him, I kept him in me and I squeezed him with my weak internal muscles. I heard my own moans of joy, but they sounded as if from someone else.
“Anna!” He growled and then his stroking took on a more urgent intensity. Soon he was thrusting himself against me; our damp bodies making slapping sounds that wreaked havoc with my insides. I was so into this, so beyond caring how pornographic this might have appeared, all I wanted was more, more of him, deeper in me, bruising my insides with his need.
I yelled, “Harder Omar! Yes! Oh god Yes! Omar! Harder!”
He made a sound of surprise and that was when he really let go. Violently slapping and pushing and thrusting, pumping his hips and impaling me with force. He held my shoulders again, bracing me and grunting with every mad stroke. I stayed with him and I felt it when my body began to contract and prepare to climax.
“Mine—mine—mine!” He began yelling as his pounding took on a frantic moment of bruising thrusts.
“Oh god Omar! Oh god! ” I screamed. I was so lost, all I knew was I might die from what I felt happening inside me. “I’m going to –oh god! Omar no! I’m…”
“Anna, Anna, Anna. YOU ARE MINE!” He growled at my ear as his entire body went into a fit of twitches and jerks. He pinned me harder to the bed in a suffocating moment and then just as I felt his cock grow impossibly bigger, he took my mouth in a violent kiss that bruised my lips.
My body was right there with him, responding in the same fashion and I forgot about breathing as I kissed him back and my hips went into an undulating, uncontrolled seizure. I don’t know if I came first or he did, but we both came almost at the same moment. I felt his crown expand and grow and the heat inside me increased and then I felt him explode in a molten release that shot up into my belly and felt as if he’d hit my heart.
My body responded to his, and everything happened at once. My head flew back and I grunted as every muscle in me tightened and vibrated. I felt myself cum, and at first I thought maybe I’d peed, but the climax continued on, as if a monster were doing a death roll inside my belly. My cum mixed with Omar’s and I was filled with warm, wet lava like heat.
I guess this
“Female,” his deep voice seemed strained, and I liked that feeling of power. “I will hurt you with this much need.”
“Hurt me Omar.” I whined.
His exhale was beyond expressive and he rubbed himself harder against my soaked folds of softest skin. He gritted his teeth and then buried his bulging crown into my entrance. He pulled my thighs up and around his waist and he came back down over me. His body shook as he entered me. Mine began quaking as if I’d been electrocuted. He slid himself, slowly at first, slightly retreating, and then advancing more and more until he was buried to his balls inside me. He stalled there and we both held our breaths.
I felt so much, all of him, his heart, his thudding pulse; his immense heat. He was inside me, he was part of me, I squeeze him with my internal muscles and he made that sound.
He went to one arm and supported himself. With his other hand, he stroked my cheek and cupped my face, “My beautiful goddess, am I hurting you?”
I shook my head and lifted my face to his and kissed him. I wrapped my legs around his tight waist and locked my ankles, and I pushed my hips into his. He went even farther inside me, I squeezed him again. I muttered, “Omar, show me, make love to me. You aren’t hurting me.”
He made that sound. Then he started. He put his weight on me and held me and he began taking long, languid strokes in and out of my body. I clung to him like a sloth on a branch, and I wallowed in what he was giving me. He was so hard, and my body was so wet we melded together as if we were one. I rolled with him, I kept him in me and I squeezed him with my weak internal muscles. I heard my own moans of joy, but they sounded as if from someone else.
“Anna!” He growled and then his stroking took on a more urgent intensity. Soon he was thrusting himself against me; our damp bodies making slapping sounds that wreaked havoc with my insides. I was so into this, so beyond caring how pornographic this might have appeared, all I wanted was more, more of him, deeper in me, bruising my insides with his need.
I yelled, “Harder Omar! Yes! Oh god Yes! Omar! Harder!”
He made a sound of surprise and that was when he really let go. Violently slapping and pushing and thrusting, pumping his hips and impaling me with force. He held my shoulders again, bracing me and grunting with every mad stroke. I stayed with him and I felt it when my body began to contract and prepare to climax.
“Mine—mine—mine!” He began yelling as his pounding took on a frantic moment of bruising thrusts.
“Oh god Omar! Oh god! ” I screamed. I was so lost, all I knew was I might die from what I felt happening inside me. “I’m going to –oh god! Omar no! I’m…”
“Anna, Anna, Anna. YOU ARE MINE!” He growled at my ear as his entire body went into a fit of twitches and jerks. He pinned me harder to the bed in a suffocating moment and then just as I felt his cock grow impossibly bigger, he took my mouth in a violent kiss that bruised my lips.
My body was right there with him, responding in the same fashion and I forgot about breathing as I kissed him back and my hips went into an undulating, uncontrolled seizure. I don’t know if I came first or he did, but we both came almost at the same moment. I felt his crown expand and grow and the heat inside me increased and then I felt him explode in a molten release that shot up into my belly and felt as if he’d hit my heart.
My body responded to his, and everything happened at once. My head flew back and I grunted as every muscle in me tightened and vibrated. I felt myself cum, and at first I thought maybe I’d peed, but the climax continued on, as if a monster were doing a death roll inside my belly. My cum mixed with Omar’s and I was filled with warm, wet lava like heat.
I guess this
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