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I close my eyes and hide my face in her neck, pulling her skin between my teeth to keep myself from crying out as I’m once again introduced to a feeling of bliss that I’ve never encountered with anyone else in thirty-four years worth of foolish living. Her walls, already so amazingly wet with shameless need, feel something akin to heaven as they stretch far and wide to accommodate my impressive size comfortably. I can’t stop the smirk as the competitive side of me notes that, judging by the incredible tightness—amazingly almost resembling the way she felt when I intruded her body for the first time—her dear boyfriend isn’t "getting it" often, as she so kindly put it.
“Oh, yess…God, yes!” She whimpers, tossing her head back as I pull out of her body only to slam back in with a harshness that catches us both off guard as she digs her nails into my shoulder.
“Oh, damn, Asha…I missed this…heat, girl.” I sigh as I begin a hasty rhythm, my hand tightening unconsciously on her throat as I slam into her.
I want to calm down, savor her, linger…but I can’t. Damn, she feels just like I remember…no better. Definitely better. Her slick walls squeeze and pull at my pumping cock telling me she’s having just as hard a time holding it together as I am. Gasping her name into the damp skin of her neck, her forehead and collarbone having gained some minor perspiration as testament to the work we’re putting in, I grip her hip tightly and begin sliding into her harder and rougher, her dripping hot center the only remedy to my painful affliction.
“More, Michael…Oh, God, more..” She whines and I want nothing more than to give it to her.
Slamming my lips over hers to silence the screaming that I wish she could release just so I could hear it and be reminded of the way she used, abused, and twisted my name up during sex a year ago, I oblige her. Dragging my now slick penis from her vagina, a mix of my pre release and her mini orgasm coating the tip like candy, I run my tongue over her lips just as I shove myself deep inside of her, her head bumping against the wall behind her. I love her with an intensity that I haven’t been privy to in twelve months, the sense of abandonment she brings always too much but never enough. Soo tight, soo good.
God, more…I need…more…fuck girl!
“Ashaaa, baby.” I bite my tongue so hard that I taste my own blood seeping into my mouth as I catch myself just before the most forbidden words I could say at this moment can come tumbling out.
Ignoring my almost-slip, I slam into her a few good times, kissing her lips to muffle our groans, and soon I’m rewarded with the tight clenching of her walls, almost bringing my hastily moving penis to a pause as she suffocates me with heavenly warmth. She bites into my neck as she begins to spasm against me, her body having nowhere to go between mine and the firmness of the wall behind her. I tangle my tongue in her mouth just as I feel fire and electricity and everything else tickle my spine and erupt from my penis. I moan into her mouth long and low as both our orgasms wash over us, taking us to heights unknown and unexpected.
It’s got to be a record. I’ve never orgasmed this long this fast—especially not with my partner having the exact same experience right across from me. I swear, I feel like we’re standing here milking each other for what has to be hours, it’s so good.
Too good…
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Had to read this little bit again..Wow.....It is still as good as it was the first time...
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