1. Cabana and Pool side Pleasure


    Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    is already acknowledged in past tense. I strip her down. " You can't just do this when you like." She says it with her head still buried in the mattress. " What if I had a bad day at work? What if I wasn't in the mood?" Which I assume is trying to draw me out of the moment because as much as she wants this, she loves making me concede even more. There isn't anything she can say though. I'm as much hers as she is mine. I am tied to this outcome with all my being. I need her to cum for me. I require it. When the last of her clothing is off I push two fingers into her cunt without pretext or warning. If she is not wet now then what are we even doing together? I slide in with some ease, some groaning on her part. " You're hurting me." Ellen starts to say something else but the blood is rushing to my ears and I can't hear her, like I'm deep underwater. Sometimes her pussy does that to me, and just knowing that she is wet makes the drumbeat louder. So I turn her over again and I push my lips against hers. The only difference between this kiss and strangling her is which part of my body I'm using. She goes limp beneath me. I'm a verbal person by nature and so I hope she takes it as the compliment it is that I refuse to speak to her in this. That instead of telling her what I want I wrap my wrists around hers and pull her, pin her again against the wall. I guide her hands above her head, her body a foot from the wall, like she is under arrest. Then I stroke her, run my hands over, ...
    her, cup her breasts and her neck. I take special pains to play with the parts that I sometimes neglect. I run my knuckles down her spine. I stoke the side of her neck. I hold her hips in my hands to show her just how much bigger I am than her. Then I spin her around and slam her against the wall to make her gasp for me. When she reaches for my cock I slap the hand away. I find this is more effective than telling her, I love her or having a discussion on the matter. Normally I'd lift her against the wall by her hips or the back of her thighs but she makes the monster in me ravenous and only cumming in her gets him out again. And I'm going to hurt her for having that power over me. Both of my hands come up to her neck and squeeze slightly, slowly-firmly. I look into her eyes to make sure that she can see that something in me wants to keep taking the oxygen from her almost as much as it wants me to fuck her. Does she see it? Can she feel it now? Does she know that she makes me need her in such a way that it hurts not to have her? I don't know any other way to ask it, or to get her to answer honestly, so I start lifting. I start pushing her throat towards the ceiling. At first she doesn't understand and tilts her head back but when there's no more room, she gasps. The air is leaving her now, flying away from her. At first she relies on instinct, she gets up on her tip-toes, but I'm still lifting. So she starts scratching, clawing, kicking at me now that she is suspended, mostly by ...
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