1. What the Hell Am I Doing? - Chapter 2


    Date: 11/24/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Taboo, Author: satinlvr_mwf, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    one hand on my hair, he pulled my head back, until my lips were to his, and we licked tongues lewdly, our passions growing as he began to thrust. The kiss lasted exactly three thrusts, until my vocal emissions took over and I could do little else but writhe and cry out in his control, his he rocked his hips, fucking me. Each thrust was my body tensing, fingers clawing at the air, back arching and wriggling, making my jugs shake up and down, and side to side, my nipples already hard and making me feel a burning sensation as they brushed against his chest. My love canal began to tighten on him, and begin to massage his monstrous equipment as it repeatedly thrust in me. I was in ecstasy, I was in pain, I was in glorious sexual pleasure, I was going out of my mind. I wanted it to end, but I needed it to last. In and out he went, and my consciousness streamed thoughts, images, feelings, and perhaps even colors. The haze of sex was overpowering, and at some point I tried to curl up as I screamed, my body having the first climax of this mating. Ben usually made me have two, ...
    if not three, just using his cock, and as soon as the first one began to reside, I had but scant seconds to recover before the next one began to build. My voice again began its serial whining, and my body was now sheathed in perspiration. The bedding had a small stain of my lubrication leaking from the seal of my vagina and my small gush of my own orgasm, and the mattress was singing its own squeaky song. Ben’s tempo began to increase and my body reacted, each of his thrusts full, fast and furious, until his hips began to spasm erratically, his own body losing control, and he began to ejaculate into me. I couldn’t necessarily feel his semen spilling into my vagina so much as know he was cumming, and that knowledge was enough to make my own body have my second, longer screaming release. My arms pulled uselessly against my twirled blouse, and my heels pointed up and out at a 45 degree angle. His deep voice made guttural noises and my own softer voice began to whimper softly in tender pleasure, and I began to mew again, the kitten in me feeling full, my pussy well-sated.
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