And there I was, four o’clock in the afternoon, naked, on my knees, my head lowered down to suck his huge dick hungrily. A handful of my hair was in his hands, and he gripped my obedience handle onto his crotch. The head of his dick hit the back of my throat over and over again. I “mmm’ed” lovingly. Gagging noises filled the room. I tried to lift my head off for a second, but his strong hand immediately pushed my head back down on him. I didn’t have a chance to breathe, all I needed to do was suck his fat cock. Thick, gooey strands of mucus dribbled out of my dripping wet lips, and I spat it back out on his dick, then spread the wetness all over his dick with my lips, kissing every inch lovingly, rubbing the head of his dick on my lips, then kissing the tip, sucking just the tip like a little baby. I loved sucking his dick. My pussy tingled as I pushed my ass high into the air while my head was down. I wanted to be fucked by him on both ends, right there, right now.
He jacked on his dick with his hand. “You want me come?” “Mmmm, yes baby,” I cooed. He stroked himself while I spit on his dick and kissed it, urging him to shoot his load. “Open,” he groaned as he shoved his dick into my mouth, pushing my slippery lips open and ejaculating down my throat.
He then got up and went to take a shower, as I laid stomach-down on the bed, exhausted from the passion.
Earlier that day, in the morning, we had yet another intense love-making session.
We hadn’t had sex in six months. My pussy became tight again. I needed to be opened by him.
It hurt at first. Him pushing in, gently nudging my canal open, using his strength to slowly push inside, trying not to hurt me. But it still hurt. I felt nervous. Finally, he inched his way inside me, and gave a final push. I cried out into his shoulder in pain.
He placed his left hand over my mouth, and began to fuck me.
I moaned, again, and again, and again. It was just so pleasurable, this man on top of me, fucking my aching empty pussy, and I was just so high from all the desires we had for each other. I moaned, and I moaned. With his right hand, he lifted up one of my thighs, and fucked me even deeper. I loved him, I loved his body moving on top of mine. His thrusts never stopped. Just in, and out, passionately, tenderly, each one had a piece of love in it. This man wanted to fuck me good.
“Are you on the pill?”
“I have the birth control.”
“You are taking?”
“Yes.”
He thrusted more, faster, then collapsed on top of me, groaning, slowly grinding against me, trying to shoot his juice as deep inside as he could. I kissed his damp neck.
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