entering me, and sliding out again. I knew that I was soaked and getting wetter by the touch.
"Christ," he said. "Your body is ready. Are you?"
"Yes," I said more strongly this time, looking at him directly in the eyes, and he didn't need any other encouragement. He continued to caress and stroke my clit, kissing my neck. He paused, then growled again, and took out his wallet from his back pocket, pulling out a condom.
I was busy wrestling with his belt, his buttons, and his zipper. After he ripped open the condom with his teeth, he threw the wallet on the floor by my purse, and helped me undo his pants. Between the two of us, we freed him, and in my daze and my panting, I caught a glimpse of the most impressive manhood that I had ever seen—long, thick, veiny, and hard.
Manhood. Another good word.
Focus, Amelia.
I didn't have to tell myself twice. He put on the condom in an instant, and backed me up to the wall.
"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered.
He was so strong, he lifted me up, then I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, and he pressed me against the wall. Then, holding my ass, he slipped his thick cock inside me, in one swift move. I’d never done this position before. I’d never had sex outside of a bed before. This was so hot. My body was so slick, it felt amazing.
I had never felt so full in my life.
I had never felt so good in my life.
I had never felt so whole in my life.
He looked me in the eyes, as he pressed himself to be fully seated within me, the tip of his cock all the way up and filling me entirely, and said, "You are the most beautiful woman there is, Amelia. You deserve to be worshiped, but right now I can't control myself. So hang on, okay?"
"Yes," I gasped.
He began to thrust, his cock coming out and in me, and it felt so good. No one had been this full into me. And I meant that in a lot of ways. Because I was holding on to him and braced against the wall, he brought a hand between us and started rubbing the exact right spot on my sex, all the while moving back and forth within me. I entered a state of bliss with this gorgeous guy, who was making me feel whole, making me feel pleasure, making me feel, period.
And then, after building up my sensitive tissues, he put me down and slid his cock out of me. I whimpered in protest, but he just kissed me again, spun me around, and said, "Brace against the wall."
Okay, now the rational part of me said, “I don't do this position.” This was against my Rules.
But frankly, at this point, I didn't care. It was hot. I did as he said and he took a second to caress my butt cheeks, and then entered me from behind, his thick, long cock filling me even more than before.
Wow .
He sucked on my neck, and put one hand up my shirt, caressing my breasts through my bra. The other hand sought my clit and found it again.
I was in his complete control. He overwhelmed my senses, kissing me, stroking me, fondling me, and thrusting into me. Now that I was doing it, I wasn't sure why this position was on my no-no list. And the lawyer in me argued that strictly speaking, it wasn't doggy style. Perhaps it was on my list of prohibited sex rules because I couldn't see him, which made me vulnerable, and at the mercy of his whims. But boy could I feel him. And boy did I not want him to stop.
I decided to consider crossing "doggy style" off of my Rules.
In all of these activities, I didn't even think about my orgasm. I didn't worry about it, I didn't wonder where it was or whether it was going to come. I just felt good. I just felt.
But now that I thought about my orgasm, I could tell you something.
I was going to get one.
I could tell, he was going to make me come. The pleasure between my legs built and built, overwhelming me, drawing me to feeling more and more. "Oh my God, Ryan, this feels so good," I gasped, as the pleasure increased.
"You're going to come," he told me. And he was right. I could feel my body
"Christ," he said. "Your body is ready. Are you?"
"Yes," I said more strongly this time, looking at him directly in the eyes, and he didn't need any other encouragement. He continued to caress and stroke my clit, kissing my neck. He paused, then growled again, and took out his wallet from his back pocket, pulling out a condom.
I was busy wrestling with his belt, his buttons, and his zipper. After he ripped open the condom with his teeth, he threw the wallet on the floor by my purse, and helped me undo his pants. Between the two of us, we freed him, and in my daze and my panting, I caught a glimpse of the most impressive manhood that I had ever seen—long, thick, veiny, and hard.
Manhood. Another good word.
Focus, Amelia.
I didn't have to tell myself twice. He put on the condom in an instant, and backed me up to the wall.
"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered.
He was so strong, he lifted me up, then I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, and he pressed me against the wall. Then, holding my ass, he slipped his thick cock inside me, in one swift move. I’d never done this position before. I’d never had sex outside of a bed before. This was so hot. My body was so slick, it felt amazing.
I had never felt so full in my life.
I had never felt so good in my life.
I had never felt so whole in my life.
He looked me in the eyes, as he pressed himself to be fully seated within me, the tip of his cock all the way up and filling me entirely, and said, "You are the most beautiful woman there is, Amelia. You deserve to be worshiped, but right now I can't control myself. So hang on, okay?"
"Yes," I gasped.
He began to thrust, his cock coming out and in me, and it felt so good. No one had been this full into me. And I meant that in a lot of ways. Because I was holding on to him and braced against the wall, he brought a hand between us and started rubbing the exact right spot on my sex, all the while moving back and forth within me. I entered a state of bliss with this gorgeous guy, who was making me feel whole, making me feel pleasure, making me feel, period.
And then, after building up my sensitive tissues, he put me down and slid his cock out of me. I whimpered in protest, but he just kissed me again, spun me around, and said, "Brace against the wall."
Okay, now the rational part of me said, “I don't do this position.” This was against my Rules.
But frankly, at this point, I didn't care. It was hot. I did as he said and he took a second to caress my butt cheeks, and then entered me from behind, his thick, long cock filling me even more than before.
Wow .
He sucked on my neck, and put one hand up my shirt, caressing my breasts through my bra. The other hand sought my clit and found it again.
I was in his complete control. He overwhelmed my senses, kissing me, stroking me, fondling me, and thrusting into me. Now that I was doing it, I wasn't sure why this position was on my no-no list. And the lawyer in me argued that strictly speaking, it wasn't doggy style. Perhaps it was on my list of prohibited sex rules because I couldn't see him, which made me vulnerable, and at the mercy of his whims. But boy could I feel him. And boy did I not want him to stop.
I decided to consider crossing "doggy style" off of my Rules.
In all of these activities, I didn't even think about my orgasm. I didn't worry about it, I didn't wonder where it was or whether it was going to come. I just felt good. I just felt.
But now that I thought about my orgasm, I could tell you something.
I was going to get one.
I could tell, he was going to make me come. The pleasure between my legs built and built, overwhelming me, drawing me to feeling more and more. "Oh my God, Ryan, this feels so good," I gasped, as the pleasure increased.
"You're going to come," he told me. And he was right. I could feel my body
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