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She lay into me, fucking deep and hard. Her body strikes mine. So close her breasts rub my back. Her pointy nipples hit me like bullets, and my body reacts. My nipples hardened, my breathing increased, and my skin tingled. Something shuddered through me as every pore on my body took on a new life.
And she fucked, her balls striking my balls, her dick drilling a hole, wide deep, into my ass. Shirley fucked my ass like a woman's pussy. All the while, she praised and scolded me. Switching from a kind mistress to a cruel master.
My balls rose, tightened, and pulses surged from my nuts to release. One after another, my nuts shots juice, and I climaxed again. Shot after shot must've hit the floor.
Shirley fell on me, clutched my hair, yanking my head back. She bit my ear and moaned and groaned through a mind-blowing orgasm. She sounded like my ex-wife when I hit her spot just right. Once she finished, she went limp on top of me.
After a bit, she whispered, "I want to do much more to you. Yeah, I want to hurt you, but good. But baby boy, I have to work tomorrow."
She pulled her prick from, with a plop, and cum oozed out of me. She walked away and started up the stairs. Turning back to me, she gave me an evil grin.
"Sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite," she said. Added as in an afterthought, "I'll let you go in the morning, maybe."
Lay on the cushioned table, worn out, fucked to frazil yearning for more, much more, of her cruel, loving attention.
- COMMENTS
GrrrreatImaginationover 1 year agoWow. What an introduction to your characters. The intensity and fast pace was bewildering, in a haze of sexy attraction.
Could the writing have been clearer, or more correctly structured? Sure, but I had no difficulty understanding the flow of the story, nor the conversations of the characters.
I am thankful that you had him restate his intention to participate each time the intensity ratcheted up. I would have liked Her to confirm his participation, somehow.
Anyway, I hope you keep writing. It would be good to learn what happened in the morning.
