The Rivalry - Part Five“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!!” She screamed as once again he had made he

The Rivalry - Part Five“Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck!!” She screamed as once again he had made her squirt like a god-damned fountain. He had ripped his cock out of her quivering hole mere seconds before the explosion, pulling her roughly to the edge of the bed to enjoy the show. A hot spray of her cunt juices cascaded across the hotel rug, staining it forever with her heavenly scent. Her fists pounded the mattress as she let loose a string of mad curses, fighting to get her shuddering body under control before she shook apart in that orgasmic agony. The bastard was not helping. Even dripping with sweat and battling the fatigue of a night of near constant fucking, he still found the strength to pin her to the bed, his heavy hand wrapped around her throat, as he stroked her burning clit with well-practiced fingers.She moaned as he worked, reveling in the feel of his strong but gentle touch. He started talking to her, his deep baritone sending another lightning flash of orgasm tearing though her. With panting words dripping with sex he told her what he thought the first time he saw her, how that first look at her firm round ass had made him so hard he had gone back to his office and fucked his secretary until she could no longer stand, sending her crawling back to her desk. How disappointed he was with himself after their first night together, that he wanted to spend the whole night taking me to new heights of pleasure as he enslaved her hottest of cunts. As her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, he told her of bringing her to his hm in Barcelona, of all the hedonistic pleasures they would experience as they spent every day and night learning the secrets of each other’s bodies. He reminded her of their first mutual orgasm. It was their first night together, the room shaking as she took every last drop of his cum into her cock-hungry cunt. With each word grunted into her ear, she came again and again until her body was a spasming wreck. Once again, she felt her pussy gush. The combination of sensations had taken her over the edge again and again until she had no screaming left in her. She was a useless lump of flesh, her brain reduced to a happy pool of jelly as she allowed the feeling to consume her.Her legs were shaking uncontrollably as she struggled to get her breathing under control. Outside the shuttered windows it was nearly dawn and their personal war was still raging. She had lost count of how many times she had cum, squirting away as he ground her endurance down to nothing. But he had cum several times himself, drowning her pussy with that first spine-breaking load which would have crippled any normal man, and splattering her breasts, ass and face as he succumbed to her ball-draining sex. Her orgasms had driven her back across the bed, head was nearly touching the floor as she leaned helplessly off the edge. She would have fallen to the rug in an exhausted pool of flesh if he was not gripping her legs in his arms, pressing those shaking limbs across his own heaving chest. His arms were like iron and his impossible cock was still stone-hard and radiating heat across her clit. She could feel his sack pressing down onto her swollen lips and weakly fought down the urge to cum again. All he had to do was slide his shaft along her clit like a bow on a violin and she would have exploded, maybe for the last time.Instead he was kneeling on the bed stock-still fighting to get his own body back under control. That last driving fuck had taken a lot out of him. His hips had nearly buckled under the strain and his balls were stinging from being slammed into her dark cunt-lips again and again. She was freshly shaved and her fucked-open pussy gleamed with sweet honey. He loved what he saw. And hated it. Taking a deep breath, he filled his senses with her smell. Her perfume mixed with their sweat and mutual cum-juices. His cock twitched, the damned thing eager to get back where it belonged, eager to force him to spend the last of his power trying to conquer her cunt in a straight in fuck-match. But he had tried that before, dozens of times, and knew what would inevitably happen. Oh, yes, she would orgasm, but he would use up his own strength before the bitch emptied his balls of yet another load of precious seed.Addison moaned low, an animal in heat, as she felt James sink his lips down along her clit. Her long firm legs, still trembling weakly, wrapped themselves around his neck and shoulders pressing him harder against her. Her fingers dug into his hair as his lapping tongue found its way between her pussy lips. She was still hanging off the bed the world was upside down and her traitorous pussy was inviting his tongue deeper. Addison moaned again as the tip of his tongue hit that special spot that only he of all men had discovered. Watching with sex-glazed eyes, she watched the waking sun announce another Saturday morning. Her moan was one of anticipation and fear, knowing that he was going to pull another squirting cum out of her, as well as of a desperate need for him to do just that. Just as she knew that she would soon feel his cock release another load of his thick, white cum deep inside her grasping cunt or across her viper-like tongue. They would both then collapse. Rest a bit. Then soon enough they would find each other again. It was morning and, despite their exhaustion, both knew that their battle was nowhere near over. -- source link

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