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I was minding my own business quietly here in the island and the last thing I needed was a woman intruding into my quiet, uncomplicated little world.
Not just a woman. A mere woman, I can handle. Throw me a dozen and I can take them all at once. But THIS woman…
Fuck, I don’t know.
All I know is that I’ll die if I don’t come inside her soon.
I’m dripping, shaking, panting.
My heart is about to burst out of my chest, my lungs, about to collapse with my intense need to be joined with her and lose myself in her. Have I ever felt like this before? I can’t remember. Not even in my horniest days.
I crawl between her legs and release the strings of her bikini bottom, peeling away the last scrap of barrier between us.
If this is the last view I’d have on earth, I would gladly die with it.
Perfect, just like the rest of her.
Pussy so lush I can think of nothing but coming and coming coming. How would it feel to shoot my everything into this piece of heaven?
My balls contract achingly at the thought and I spare a few seconds to taste her, inhale her most intimate secrets.
My head spins like a twister as her heady aroma and intoxicating taste assault my senses at the same time.
Sweet mother of pussies, thank you for this. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I lap her up, her abundant juices collecting in my tongue and I swallow her cream. Sweet! So fucking sweet I’m already addicted.
I open her plump lips wider with my fingers and suck her fat, little clit. I hear my name on her lips, chanting it. I swear to devote more time later into making her do that, chant my name in delirious pleasure.
I feel my balls clench painfully now and I know I can’t last much longer. I’m dripping on the sheets.
I reach out onto the side table for a rubber, tearing the packet with my teeth, hating the necessary interruption to my pleasure.
“No!” she cries out and knocks the condom from my fingers.
Surprised, I meet her eyes.
“I’m clean. I swear to you I’m very, very clean,” she utters with a hint of desperation and fuck, even if she was not, I’d probably take the risk, because my breathing right now is tied up with my acute need to be one with her, to be buried so deeply inside her.
She comes at me like a tigress in heat, her arms and legs wrapping tightly around me, her lips, hungry as they seek mine. Her tongue enters my mouth, stealing my breath.
“I want you, want you, want you, want you! All of you!”
My steely cock is nestled against her plump folds and she’s grinding up against me frenziedly.
“Fuck me! Fuck me so deep and hard, Raiden! Give me your cum. Please!”
Her raw, carnal words and the feel of her hot wetness coating my shaft are my total undoing.
I lift my hips and guide my cock into her waiting portal.
I drive in with a mighty thrust.
The shock of hot, incredibly tight flesh closing around me tears a guttural moan from my throat.
Sweet. Mother. Of. Fuck!
Her sharp cry has not escaped me. Despite my raw need clamoring for satisfaction, I can’t neglect her well-being. I lift myself and look in her eyes. “Baby, are you alright?”
She nods eagerly, her eyes gleaming with inner light. “Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes! Oh god, yes!”
“You’re so tight. I’m not hurting you, am I?” Fuck, I don’t remember ever being into this kind of tightness.
She shakes her head with vehemence. “No! No, not at all. Please, I need more! I want more!”
I release a combination of a laugh and a groan. This woman is really something. But her wish is my fucking command.
I’m almost there anyway. Shit, I hope I can last long enough to make her come.
I kneel on the bed and crouch above her, hooking her legs on top of my upper thighs. I rub her clit as I begin drilling her.
The view is fucking unbelievable.
Dark blond hair spread wildly on the white sheets, beautiful face flushed with desire, big, fat boobs swaying to the impact of my thrusts, pussy so wet and tight grinding me
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