1. Marcy's Playground 9 by loyalsock


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the railing harder. I was flushed and hot. The wood was so hard under my hands. The fabric of shorts made a crinkling sound as ground his erection into me. Two birds whooshed close past my face and I soared with them. &#034Anyone could come by,&#034 he said, &#034any minute.&#034 Then he gave a particularly vicious flick and I exploded. I heard a soft, warm, appreciative chuckle from him. Then a condom rip. &#034You ready for the mental game?&#034 he asked. I nodded. &#034I can't hear you.&#034 &#034Yes,&#034 I said. &#034You know what's the best thing about fucking from behind?&#034 I shook my head. He slid into me. Despite my vow to be silent, I cried out. Jean-Luc bent over me, easily holding me in place. &#034Everything,&#034 he said in a husky whisper. I bit my lip even more, almost afraid I'd draw bl**d. Jean-Luc pushed in a little more. The angle was different, hitting places so much deeper. I stood up on tippy-toe, arched my back, pushed even further back against him. He pumped in and out, slow, deliberate movements. I whimpered. &#034That's it,&#034 he said softly. Jean-Luc's hands were everywhere. Caressing up and down my back. Sliding around my waist. Kneading and teasing my breasts, pushing me against him by pressing my shoulder, gliding over my hair. &#034Oh God,&#034 I said. He plunged and retreated faster. His breathing sounded even harder, louder, raspier in my ear. Desperate. In the middle of all ...
    that green, I could barely see. Everything was so lush, and vibrant, and magnified. Yet only Jean-Luc mattered. His fingers, his cock, his voice. The loose-hanging fabric of my bikini top swayed with each thrust of Jean-Luc's hips. He went faster and faster, harder and harder. Just when I thought he would crescendo, he stopped. He pulled most of the way out and hovered. &#034How do you feel?&#034 he asked. &#034Decadent, incredible. Wicked,&#034 I said. He rubbed his cheek against mine. &#034Good,&#034 he said and slammed into me hard. He pulled out slowly, &#034How about cherished, adored...&#034 Jean-Luc pulled almost all the way out again. &#034Yes,&#034 I said and nodded. He slammed into me. &#034Well-fucked, prized.&#034 He began a slow in and out, building the tension again. My toes started to tingle. &#034Naughty,&#034 he whispered in my ear. He grabbed my hips and started pumping faster. &#034Incendiary,&#034 he said. He reached around and rubbed that nub inside me, finding a special spot on the special spot and rubbing back and forth in time with his strokes. &#034Bewitching,&#034 he said. He opened his legs wider and pushed up with each stroke, hitting a whole new place I didn't even know I had. Then he slowed again. Ran one finger down my spine. I arched even further for him. He slammed in and out and my mouth hinged open, my deep breath sounded so loud, a ragged intake and exhale as harsh as the woods.
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