Wearing only stockings and a garter belt, he has me spread my feet, then he tells me to bend over an
Wearing only stockings and a garter belt, he has me spread my feet, then he tells me to bend over and hold my ankles. I do. He spanks my ass and tells me how much he likes the view. I feel the breeze of the fan as it touches my wetness, I involuntarily clinch, and he takes that as an invitation. He teases my opening with his enormous hardness, and in an instant, his fingers dig into my hip, and he plunges himself in all the way. He instantly steals my breath and makes me dizzy, and then the frenetic thrusts primal and needy. I disappear into the frenzied motions of our coming together. The sense that we should be this way forever, needing him as much as his grunting and growling seems to need me. He moves us to the floor with my ass in the air high making his ongoing rapturous actions dominate me completely. And I never want it to stop. The pounding seems to go forever. And then, it stops. We collapse together his sweaty slippery body on top of me, still buried deeply inside me. My reflexive clinching on his cock, so rapid the result of my climax, he seems to get a little smaller and instantly grows inside of me again. I begin to slowly grind my hips enjoying his largeness in a slower equally rewarding fashion. After a long while he flips me over and grabs my nipples twisting hard holding me for a very long time, I clinch his cock with my pussy as hard, the pain when he releases my nipples so extreme, I scream and clinch even harder. We climax loudly together. Lost in the moment, not caring, not moving and again he is on top of me his weight a reminder that I belong to him. Relinquishing my control to him, has changed our dynamic in an extreme and wonderful way I could never have imagined. And I am loving who we are to one another now. I want more of this. More, and more and more. (tn) -- source link