A good fuck part 2 (MFt) (bondage) (strap-on) (non-con)

Continued from my last post

I set up a small camcorder we kept on a tripod in the corner of the bedroom and focused it on the bed.

I tapped Rachel’s shoulder, pulled her back, and lifted my girlfriend onto the bed, leaving her head dangling over the edge for ease of access. I crawled on top of her, kissing my way from her collarbones to her pelvis, stopping only to plant a ring of kisses around each nipple. I turned around, grabbed her thong with my teeth and looked up. Rachel had resumed throatfucking and was pinching and pulling her own nipples. I removed my girlfriend’s thong and kissed my way from her feet to her soaking, gushing cunt as she squirmed, from pleasure or from inability to catch her breath, I’m not sure.

As I reached her lips I gave them a quick lick, teasing her, not quite touching her clit. She moaned around Rachel’s cock, begging for more stimulation. Her hands found their way to my head and pushed me deeper into her muff, her fluids dripping down my face onto the bed.

A good fuck (MF) (MFt) (oral) (deepthroat)

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped as soon as my cock had slid out of her throat. She had held it there for almost a full minute, massaging my balls with her tongue all the while. We hadn’t seen each other for almost a week, so our appetites rivaled those of Erysichthon of Thessaly.

“I’m almost there,” I said, stroking my shaft. “Open up,” I stated as I slid past her velveteen lips wondering how long I could hold out.

Her gag reflex all but a memory, she soon had a very intimate view of my finely trimmed pubic hair. She gagged still, knowing I enjoyed the sound, and started fucking her own throat with my cock. She shoved herself onto me over and over, gagging and spewing saliva. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The sheer enthusiasm with which she throated my cock was astonishing.

Eventually, I felt that telling surge. It was time. “Here it comes, babe,” I warned. She blinked knowingly and held herself against me, now staring into my soul.

I came.

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“Harder, Daddy!” she urged. I courteously obliged, shoving another inch into her tight little ass.

“You like that? I bet you do, whore,” I said, rubbing her clit harder.

“PINEAPPLES! Pineapples!” she shouted. It was our safe word.

“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” I asked, starting to pull out.

“I need to whizz.”

“…” I waited for her to elaborate. “Okay? Go whizz, then.” She gave me the most dominant look she could muster with my cock still in her ass.

“Wanna try something new?” she asked, cautiously. I nodded, curious. “Open wide, and maintain eye contact.”

I knew better than to disobey. She has a bit of a dominant side when it comes to sex. I did as commanded, pulling out of her slowly then getting on my knees on the floor, enjoying the view.

“Don’t drip on the carpet,” she warned, toying with her clit, and she let loose a stream even the Amazon river would be jealous of. I did my best, but couldn’t keep up with the torrent and spray. “You dumb slut! You stained the carpet. You should be more careful.” She slapped my cheek. I knew where this was going, and quickly got rock hard. “You like that? I bet you do, whore,” she threw my words back at me. It did nothing to dampen my erection though. “Grab the box.”