if i can bring such intensity to our loving…if the passion that tears through me is expressed with surgically accurate fingers, my mouth consuming your flesh, sweetness as i would rip a fresh orange to skin, juices down my chin -if i can
make you clench the bed sheets to brace for the pleasure you can barely manage…my words of loving you so are burned into your flesh, your heart and mind…more than beautiful words…
jw
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fingers were deep in her, moving faster, not ignoring the marble swelling it’s way from it’s hood. when his thumb and forefinger managed a drier, harder grip, squeezing her now engorged clit, her hips bucked hard and back arched high.
He supported her back and straining frame and she shuddered long & hard. now renewed attention to his grip on her, thumb and finger back and forth adding extra singular torture for the climax she was building. She suddenly stopped, back arched yet higher, a deep gasp for air…and started low building quickly to a long moan. her breath ragged and her orgasm was tearing through her like electricity and without mercy. “Ohhhhh…christ yesssss…OH…OH MY GOD…AHHHHHHH.”. the words faded into something between scream and moan, she thrashed and he braced her under her arched back…frozen, breasts thrust high, mouth wide, head tipped back, letting the cum run full course…milking it for intensity & longevity. sweat poured from her and he stayed with her shifting and barking demands for a more intense and longer orgasm.
the fire dissipated almost as quickly as it had taken her. she slumped flat and without opening her eyes groped for him finding his neck…pulling him full onto her. she pressed his ass to make for harder pressure on her cunt. she still sucked for breath.
“I…::whimpering noise:: Oh my god…your hands are fucking magical. I love you so, so much. Look what you do to me…my god…”.
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“…yes…I am a cock-slut. ::smile:: yes I am YOUR cock-slut. I am nothing without your cock...I ache for it. yes I do…I love this cock more than god…more than my mother and father - my family…I feel peace only when I can hold your cock, Sir.
You needn’t fuck me, or buy me anything…I just need…to be able to hold and suck this cock…and swallow as much cum as I can milk from you my Sir. That’s all I ask of life.
Yes…my lover, my Sir…I will ALWAYS be your cock-whore…until I die”.
He came first…and feeling him deep inside her body, his spasms, hip thrusts and deep cry at his releasing such powerful & wonderful energy…her orgasm hit her like a twenty-five foot wave.
Terribly sudden, tearing through her as would electric current might, without mercy, every nerve in her entire body screamed out at once. The clutching in her vagina, the and spasms that build an orgasm…rip a deep gasp for breath…followed by an “animalistic” cry of stunning pleasure, drawn-out, as wave, after wave of a stunning “cum” ravaged her. Clit turgid and aching as if about to explode.
She fell full on him His arms flew around her as she fought to fill her lungs. Sweat made them slippery and holding tightly was necessary. He spoke first, “Oh my god…”. She followed rasping, “You have me my love…you fucking have me so owned…and you know it”. She managed a smile as they finally locked eyes.
“yeah…I know. He shot a smirk back at her…though he knew what she spoke was very much the case. It was a wonderful afternoon.
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”...Ohhhh my fucking god…OHHHHHHHHHHHH…YESSSSSSSSS….unghh… ::crying softy:: just pleeeezze...hold me Soooo CLOSE?? please”.
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Since she was late teens the fascination was there. It grew into what she called a ‘fetish’. Now it’s an obsession she embraces, it consumes her...and she feels it most keenly when on her knees, pressing a cock to her cheek - long moments pass.
Should ‘he’ play with her trance-like connection, pulling his cock from her face…like a child she squeals ,“Nooo…nooo, PLEASE???” If teased too long, she’ll double-over and sob. When the cock is returned, she presses it tightly, desperately to her face, and is lost again. Stunning.
She moves it about her face, kissing the cock-flesh, making small pleasure noises, brushing her dry lips against it while she feels something inside come alive and she feels so on fire and happy at once. It’s stunning to watch, erotic and quite the ritual. Male OR female will surely be aroused, should the opportunity to observe ever be available, as she attends lovingly to her need.it’s what gets her off, soaks her, gets her frantic:
she worships cock.
“After all this time…of all those I could have chosen…it’s you. It’s ALWAYS been you.”.
what a quiet moment amongst all the “jazz”.
“When you hold me like this…I could crawl inside you. ::breathing hard:: When I tell you what you mean…How much I need you, love you…just falls short…you…you understand who…what…I am…I’m safe in your arms…
you’re fucking “home” for me…”.
pull yourself…deeper in me, to feel united with you, one. i can feel you flexing in me…filling me perfectly. i am so fucking lost in this…in you. it’s not simply your skin against mine, i am so in love with YOU…don’t ever, ever, go away?.
“Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over.”
