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The End Of The Drought

Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: reliefworker69, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

was now clear. She felt him lean forward onto her and take her hanging breasts in his hands. She remembered he just loved feeling them like that. And then he started. He couldn’t stop himself now. He’d fully entered her and then pulled almost all of his cock out again. It was glistening and her exposed lips were deep pink and soaking. He pushed back into her, more forcibly than before, trying to shove more of himself into her. And again. And again. Not gentle now: he was fucking her, harder and harder. He knew he was deep inside her each time but he wanted each thrust to take him in further, harder. Pushing, stabbing, forcing. His balls were slapping against her cunt lips and her heavy breasts were swinging wildly beneath her. This wasn’t subtle or even loving; this was carnal. Lust. Oh wow; her cunt was burning now. With each thrust he seemed to be penetrating deeper. His cock was hitting her cervix – how much further did he want to go? It was a bit uncomfortable having her breasts swinging about but luckily he was holding them most of the time. It was a shame he didn’t realise how tightly he was squeezing them. But he was doing a good job. She knew she was unlikely to come in this position but, hell, she was truly getting a fucking. He knew he was coming soon and he had no ambition to make this last artificially long. He also knew that he wanted to shoot his load deep into her. He was fucking her faster and faster, wanting to come as soon as possible. He hadn’t said a ... word to her; the time for talking will be later. No gentleness, love or worship now. He was just going to fill her with his sperm as quickly as possible. She wondered if he would want to finish himself over her face or breasts, or perhaps in her mouth. She would be happy with whatever he wanted: this evening she was playing the whore. But it seemed that subtlety had gone out of the window. He was fucking her faster than she’d ever remembered, perhaps the lust of many years being released into her. And then, with a low groan he held her hips tight and pushed into her and held himself there, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he pumped his cum deep into her body. It had been years since he’d ejaculated as hard or as much as that. The strength and will drained out of him with his thick load. He rested himself on her, his head turned on her shoulders. For comfort she slid her knees down so that she was lying on her front. He took care to keep himself inside her. His cock felt completely at home and he enjoyed the feeling of it gradually becoming smaller inside her. After a couple of minutes she raised a leg and rolled over onto her back, both of them taking care to keep him in her. He was spent now and was happy just to lie with her. She had no desire to move either, content just to let her body glow and enjoy the burning in her vagina. No words were necessary. What could be said? Most couples lying like this would have thought in some way about the future and perhaps idly chatted ...