torture, you wench..." he teased.
Grabbing her, he flung her on her back, getting a squeal of
laughter in response. This is what he wanted, playfulness,
laughing, sharing. A lover not afraid to explore, taste, give
pleasure and get pleasure. God, she was everything he ever wanted
in a bed partner. She handed him another sheath. At this rate, they
would be using them all.
She spread her legs, and he cradled between
them, sliding his cock along the wet, hot crevice nestled in soft
hair at the core of her. God’s blood, she was beautiful. Resting on
his elbows, he slid into her.
This was enough to send him over the edge, he
fought for a measure of control, but it was impossible. What began
as a slow rhythm soon became more urgent. He increased his pace,
ramming his cock in to the hilt, pulling all the way back out and
slamming it back into her core. Sweet Christ, never had he
experienced this before. Never. He was grunting like a wild boar,
but he didn't give a fuck. Her nails dug into the flesh on his
back, yes, damme, yes. Make me bleed, scratch me all to
hell , he thought.
He heard Sandra laugh seductively. Did he just
say that aloud? Her legs locked around his waist tightly, the angle
plunging him in even deeper. Her inner muscles tightened about his
cock, a caress so intimate, he could feel his heart contract in
time with her cunny.
How much time went by, he did not know. They
were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the sounds and smells
of their vigorous lovemaking, a heady, intoxicating mix, infusing
the room.
Jerrod relished her obvious pleasure. He could
feel her climax building, he raised himself up on one hand, his
other hand cupped her ass, bringing himself in deep, angling her
for maximum penetration. He quickened the pace again. Christ, he
was going to have an attack of apoplexy, his cock felt as if it
were going to explode from the exquisite pressure.
He wanted to stay like this forever, buried in
the hot wet juices of her cunny. Her inner muscles gripped him even
tighter, pulling him to blessed oblivion. He threw his head back
and roared like a wild animal, every muscle in his neck straining
as he pumped endlessly. Mine, bloody
hell ... mine.
Sandra screamed and shuddered under him,
together, they roared their release.
When they could both breathe again, he reached
for her, pulling her close, entwining his fingers through
hers.
Sandra reached up and touched his cheek. "Oh,
Jerrod..."
He took the hand and kissed it. "I know," he
whispered huskily.
Her hand trailed down his torso, until she
reached his semi-erect member. She gripped him tight, her hand
slowly working him into hardness once again. "This...this is so
big. I love the way you fill me, stretch me."
She tore off the used condom and tossed it
aside. She sat upright and leaned over him, her face inches from
his stiffness, already a pearl of semen appeared at the head. She
bent down further and licked it away with her sweet, pink
tongue.
"Sweet Jesus!" he cried out. He saw her sly
smile as she looked at him, then looked back at his twitching cock.
"Yes, put my cock in your mouth, suck me dry, take it all," he
hissed through his clenched teeth.
He could tell she was not overly experienced
with oral pleasures, but she made up for her lack of finesse with
blatant enthusiasm. He reached and put his hand on the back of her
head, guiding her to a rhythm that had him moaning in surrender.
She caught on quickly, creating suction with her mouth that nearly
drove him to sobbing his eyes out. And she took him, all of him. He
knew he was large, enough women had told him so in those back
alleys and back rooms. The salacious giggles, the lustful looks,
the unashamed admiration. And he had to admit, he liked the
appreciation, making him more of a preening cock than he really
was. But he also knew it had nothing to do with performance, with
making a woman scream with desire. His couplings were often quick,
frantic, against a fence. No finesse, no real
Grabbing her, he flung her on her back, getting a squeal of
laughter in response. This is what he wanted, playfulness,
laughing, sharing. A lover not afraid to explore, taste, give
pleasure and get pleasure. God, she was everything he ever wanted
in a bed partner. She handed him another sheath. At this rate, they
would be using them all.
She spread her legs, and he cradled between
them, sliding his cock along the wet, hot crevice nestled in soft
hair at the core of her. God’s blood, she was beautiful. Resting on
his elbows, he slid into her.
This was enough to send him over the edge, he
fought for a measure of control, but it was impossible. What began
as a slow rhythm soon became more urgent. He increased his pace,
ramming his cock in to the hilt, pulling all the way back out and
slamming it back into her core. Sweet Christ, never had he
experienced this before. Never. He was grunting like a wild boar,
but he didn't give a fuck. Her nails dug into the flesh on his
back, yes, damme, yes. Make me bleed, scratch me all to
hell , he thought.
He heard Sandra laugh seductively. Did he just
say that aloud? Her legs locked around his waist tightly, the angle
plunging him in even deeper. Her inner muscles tightened about his
cock, a caress so intimate, he could feel his heart contract in
time with her cunny.
How much time went by, he did not know. They
were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, the sounds and smells
of their vigorous lovemaking, a heady, intoxicating mix, infusing
the room.
Jerrod relished her obvious pleasure. He could
feel her climax building, he raised himself up on one hand, his
other hand cupped her ass, bringing himself in deep, angling her
for maximum penetration. He quickened the pace again. Christ, he
was going to have an attack of apoplexy, his cock felt as if it
were going to explode from the exquisite pressure.
He wanted to stay like this forever, buried in
the hot wet juices of her cunny. Her inner muscles gripped him even
tighter, pulling him to blessed oblivion. He threw his head back
and roared like a wild animal, every muscle in his neck straining
as he pumped endlessly. Mine, bloody
hell ... mine.
Sandra screamed and shuddered under him,
together, they roared their release.
When they could both breathe again, he reached
for her, pulling her close, entwining his fingers through
hers.
Sandra reached up and touched his cheek. "Oh,
Jerrod..."
He took the hand and kissed it. "I know," he
whispered huskily.
Her hand trailed down his torso, until she
reached his semi-erect member. She gripped him tight, her hand
slowly working him into hardness once again. "This...this is so
big. I love the way you fill me, stretch me."
She tore off the used condom and tossed it
aside. She sat upright and leaned over him, her face inches from
his stiffness, already a pearl of semen appeared at the head. She
bent down further and licked it away with her sweet, pink
tongue.
"Sweet Jesus!" he cried out. He saw her sly
smile as she looked at him, then looked back at his twitching cock.
"Yes, put my cock in your mouth, suck me dry, take it all," he
hissed through his clenched teeth.
He could tell she was not overly experienced
with oral pleasures, but she made up for her lack of finesse with
blatant enthusiasm. He reached and put his hand on the back of her
head, guiding her to a rhythm that had him moaning in surrender.
She caught on quickly, creating suction with her mouth that nearly
drove him to sobbing his eyes out. And she took him, all of him. He
knew he was large, enough women had told him so in those back
alleys and back rooms. The salacious giggles, the lustful looks,
the unashamed admiration. And he had to admit, he liked the
appreciation, making him more of a preening cock than he really
was. But he also knew it had nothing to do with performance, with
making a woman scream with desire. His couplings were often quick,
frantic, against a fence. No finesse, no real
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