1. Her Buring Desire


    Date: 11/13/2014, Categories: Fetish, First Time, Interracial Sex, Author: gizmobbcguy, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    exactly what I'm going to do. Right in your tight, wet pussy." The mental imagery of him doing the same to me is so delicious that I have to consciously stop myself from barging in and begging him to fuck my poor, deprived cunt. I can't take the indirect pressure any longer, so I slip my fingers beneath the side of my knickers and begin roughly caressing my clit, which is already moist and beyond sensitive. Even now, I am close to coming, so I take precautions and cover my mouth with my other hand. I watch his strokes become faster, tighter, less controlled, up and down over that gorgeous monstrosity that I would give anything to have fill me up and split me in two. "Come for me," he whispers. I can just make out the sound of the woman's shrill cries as she is unabashedly overtaken by thoughts of Mr. Thompson and his perfect cock. My arm begins to grow tired and my legs ache from crouching but I do not cease fingering my swollen clit. Each stroke of his hand whets my appetite further. I slip a finger into my dripping cunt, imagining that it's him, and proceed to fuck myself. True, my finger barely touches the girth of him but it is all I have. I attempt two fingers now, which would normally be too much for my virgin pussy to take, but I am so unbelievably wet that they slip inside me with ease. My eye darts from his now magenta-tinted cock to his beautiful face, open-mouthed and just as flushed. I imagine myself perched on his lap, my warmth enveloping him, impaled and ...
    enflamed as I continue thrusting two fingers in and out of my sopping twat. Mr. Thompson pauses for a second to lick his palm and I see that the skin on his cock is taut and bulging with purple veins. It is bigger and harder than it was even a moment ago and I can't help but whimper at the sight of it. I don't care how much it might hurt, I want it inside me, stretching me, piercing my hymen and transforming me into a real woman – the kind who can make a man come with just her words and imagination. He resumes his pumping and I return my fingers to my aching clit, which is almost too sensitive at this point. I press on, so close to orgasm that I can already feel it building inside, threatening to devour me. "Oh God, I'm coming. I'm coming!" he moans, probably a little louder than he should. His hand motions slow as he makes one final pelvic thrust and I witness spurt after spurt of thick, white cum shoot out of him and onto his hand and t-shirt. He continues to rub himself slower and slower, until finally, breathless and spent, he lets his cock fall limp onto his semen-stained shirt, his hand hanging limp in his lap. I'm quickly overtaken by my own orgasm, pulsating and spreading out from my cunt all the way up my spine and into the base of my brain, consuming me, alongside vibrations that echo out into my fingers and toes. I clumsily fall back onto the linoleum, staring at the tiled ceiling until I hear the creak of his desk chair. Shit. I clamber up off the floor and tip-toe back ...
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