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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Pierre’s cock was huge in her hands and mouth. She tasted him, she held him, she sucked as much as she could. He was rampant. She hadn’t experienced his size and raw masculinity before. Pierre lay back and enjoyed her attention, stroking her, groaning encouragingly. He smelt of precum and now and then Elizabeth felt the drips of his juice rush into her mouth or on her hand; she could go in playing with his gorgeous cock all evening, but he needed more.
‘Ride me’ he said. Elizabeth looked at his beautiful dark eyes and quickly lifted herself from between his thighs to straddle his firm, masculine body. She reached for his cock that was as wide as her wrist and placed his cockhead against her pussy. She bit her lip and pressed down; she felt his cock stretch her lips, she looked down and lowered then lifted a bit, lowered more, lifted, omg she thought, lowered, the pleasure swelled as he filled her bit by bit, faster she slipped up and down, juices running, he held her hips, she finally took his full length and felt him deep in her. She was impaled! She leaned forward and placed her hands on his shoulders.
She smiled and then started rocking on him, controlling pace and depth. It was exquisite! Never before had she felt so taken, so filled. He reached for her breasts as she rocked and teased her hard nipples, then he started thrusting too, they were both super-aroused.
All of a sudden she felt him lift her, twisting her onto her back but still in her. She felt him thrust and thrust, her thighs pushed back. He was urgent, firm, and wild. She had never been fucked so beautifully. She felt her orgasm approaching, her pussy first then flowing all the way through her, she cried out and shuddered in overwhelming joy. It coursed through her and shook her to her core. He took her, and as her orgasm hit its peak she felt him sink deeper, then he shouted out such an animalistic groan as he came too, she felt each eruption deep in her as he pumped his cum into her. Their eyes locked, the mutual joy consuming. He held her as she shook, they stayed locked, silent now, both trying to extend what had just occurred. He lay on her, her legs now wrapped around his. The were one. |
