For IsabelleShe rode my cock, moving with me, the sexiest and hottest woman in the world. The fierce
For IsabelleShe rode my cock, moving with me, the sexiest and hottest woman in the world. The fierceness of her passion scorched my soul bringing me as well as my cock to that point of needful arousal most could only dream about. With each rise and fall of her hips, with every long drawn out moan that escaped her throat I felt my breath catch, my heart pounding, my blood rushing hot in my veins. She had cum moments after mounting me, her tight pussy-walls spreading deliciously along my hard shaft. Did she feel that burst of pre-cum as she shivered atop me, gripping my shoulders as if for dear life? Too soon would come the moment, the meaning of existence, as I flooded her belly with my heat. But for now I watched her, watched the rise and fall of her breasts, the look of blissful anguish on her face as she bore down on me desperate to take the last few inches of my meat, to feel me deep inside of her. She bit her lip, her eyelids fluttering, as I grabbed her waist and forced myself up into her. She was warm and wet, and so very, very mine. “Fuck yourself on my cock,” I ordered her, “Cum for me.”Her eyes rolled back into her head. She loved to be ordered. To hear my voice rising with masculine command. She loved when I reminded her who and what she was. My goddess. My good girl. My obedient, beautiful, little slut. Knowing how I adored them all. Knowing that I adored her in every way, shape, and form; every facet of her from the purest thought to the most selfish and depraved dream. That she was my perfection, my source of lust, whether she were a hundred miles away or grinding down on my lap, her thighs quivering as I claimed once again what was mine and mine alone.She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, shaking as she took me deep, bucking and humping as her breath came in heated gasping pants. She was so very close to cumming. So very close to shattering, letting the strong woman I loved fall away to reveal the needful little whore that only I could bring out in her. Allowing all of the world’s expectations of what she should be fall away and becoming once again who she truly was. Mine.I grabbed her throat in one hand, looking deep and dark into her thankful eyes, letting her see not only the lust she inspired in me but my endless, eternal adoration of all she was.“Now fucking cum on my cock,” I ordered, feeling my own orgasm rising along my throbbing shaft, preparing to mark my woman in the most intimate way a lover could, “Give to me what is mine alone. My goddess. My girl. My beautiful slut.”And with that she did, at the same moment taking from me what was rightfully hers and hers alone. The only woman I would ever want. The only woman I would ever need. The only woman that fills my dreams. -- source link