1. Moment


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: BDSM, Interracial Sex, Voyeur, Author: mayonakaryuu, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    silky, rough whisper as you violate me. Each motion measured, not a movement wasted as you seek it out. Like a heat seeking missile, speeding to its target. I'm gasping. &#034That's right..&#034 Fighting it. &#034Come on, precious..&#034 Can't..hold it. &#034 Ohmygod!&#034 &#034 Yes...yesss..&#034 You're f***ed out by a violent spurt, and I cum all over you. You give no quarter, plunging back in and riding me and that orgasm with a bestial sound. I am shrieking and panicked as the air hasn't returned. You don't care; I've got you in a vice grip. Then you lose it. The feeling creeps up from your toes and puckers your asshole. You turn me over, still inside me, my legs are up and you dip down. Digging for that feeling that sparks a fire in your balls. We're sweating - I can't feel my legs. The tears are flowing from my eyes - I'm not in pain. I'm in awe, you plucked my body like an instrument. We are howling, snarling, clawing like mad a****ls. Cover my body with yours. Then the kiss. The kiss that we've managed to fight off till the very end. It's greedy and needy, demanding. To hell with living up to expectations, I'm trying to live. &#034 I can't...I just can't..&#034 I'm hurting. The pleasure and pain have intertwined in their own chaotic dance. &#034 Yes. Yes, you can. You will..&#034 A hiss. Because you're almost there. I can tell in that flinching jerk in your hip. Just when I think ...
    you have no place in my womb to go - you surprise me. Long, powerful strokes against my G-spot. My nails are in your back, you grit your teeth. This is it. This is the one. You back away your hands on my hips. Pulling me onto you. ..close. My toes curl. So..fucking close. My womb rejects you as my gut clenches. You are like a barbarian, a series of grunted vowel sounds as you pull out. Screaming I arch and slather you again. The moment it hit your skin - you go off. Like a jackhammer, pumping that cream all over my skin. I think if you hadn't spelled your name against my cunt walls - you surely signed the canvas at that point. We are loud - and we don't care. Sweat. Cum. Sex. These are the smells that hang in the air. This is the only thing that registers for me. My brain is fuzzy. My ears have stopped working. You fall forward onto me - seeking solstice in the plush of my breasts. I love that you don't care about laying in the expelled liquid of your union. Our hearts beat and find each other, slowing. All vital signs leveled out. I feel well used. Your tongue flicks and does mind numbing things to an untouched nipple. I quiver beneath you. I can feel your dark chuckle against my skin, setting colonies of goosebumps on the move. I don't have to look at you to know you're smiling. &#034 Perfect...&#034 You say. &#034 A perfect moment..&#034 A smile as I slip into blissful u*********sness.
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