Many times, you told me that you did not want to go to your grave without experiencing sex with another girl. You told me how much you craved to know what a pussy feels like on your lips. How she would taste and moan. So I listened and planned.
When I found who would be the one, your face flushed to hear about her age, her aggressiveness. Your lips parted when I told you of her beauty and fierce passions. Your heavy breathing quickened, and you groaned when I didn’t wait a moment longer to tie your wrists and pull your arms over your head. Stripping you of your clothes, your protection, I left your chest heaving naked on the bed. Your breasts shivered. You struggled against impossible excitement to breathe.
Then, she came into the room.
You groaned long and deep and painfully.
The intensity in her eyes burned like black fire as she mounted the bed and straddled you. She leaned back, flaring her pussy lips and rocking her hips. She dripped her brimming river of desire onto your chest. My freed cock could barely stand it. Not throbbing anymore. Just granite-hard and shuddering.
You stared at that pussy, shaking, knowing it was going to claim you, willing or not. Then, she eased forward, sliding her hips upward to allow your tongue the first taste.
Oh, the sound you made. The culmination. The complete rapture.
Your parted her lips and delved deeper. You threw open your own legs so I could watch your pussy flutter and clench in ecstasy. She humped your face then, relentlessly. Your lips slathered wet and erotic. You grunted and lapped and ravenously fed.
My cock convulsed to watch her hips grind and swirl against you faster. Her head was thrown back. She cried out. She bucked. She shook.
Fuck, I had never seen or imagined anything more erotic in my life. You two were creating a masterpiece of lust. The room was spilling with your exploding sexuality. Then, you both howled—she in monumental orgasm and you muffled in mind-rending bliss.
When her writhing thrusts subsided, she did not wait for you to cool. She dismounted and forced your legs apart.
You did cry then. Your arousal had swollen fill the entire universe.
Her lips latched onto your clit, and your face contorted. No longer survivable, cock sprayed, sprinkling her back, your hips, your face as your every dream screamed into molten, rapturous reality.
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