again, she grabbed onto his ass, pulling him in deep, wanting to feel completely filled.
"Oh fuck!" he groaned as she swallowed around his shaft, her throat tightening against the head of his cock. The sensation was beyond words.
She pulled her head back, her eyes wild as she looked up at him. "Fuck my throat, baby… make me gag on it!"
The speed of the machine was moving up again, toward the middle to high range, and she was going for another ride. Max grabbed the back of her head, aiming his cock into her mouth. She took him, sucking greedily at first as he moved in and out, shoving himself between her lips.
"Ah, God, baby, take it!" he growled, thrusting his hips forward and burying his cock into her throat. She did gag, her eyes watering, but she made hungry, eager noises, wanting more. He'd never seen her like this, one hand clutching his ass, pulling him in even harder. Her body was quivering again, and he knew she was coming. He could feel the tightening in her mouth, her eyes closing with it.
He rocked his hips, driving his cock deep, using her mouth like a hot, wet little pussy. Tasha moaned and gagged again, her hand tightening into a fist against his ass. She pulled back for a moment to take a breath, panting, turning the speed down a little, but not as much as before.
She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, her breasts glistening with it, her tummy, too. Her eyes were dazed, as if she weren't quite really all there, and he knew that she wasn't. She was fiddling with the controls, turning them up again.
Tasha was lost, the heat between her legs like some unquenchable fire, and she kept rubbing and rubbing, trying to put it out. Her orgasms were beginning to come faster, closer, running together, like continuous waves. The dildo in her ass was buried deep, pressing against some magic spot inside of her and she couldn't seem to get enough of it.
Max pressed his cock against her lips again and she opened for him, feeling the thick swell of his flesh in her mouth, her pussy beginning to spasm again with her climax. She tried to hold out, but she couldn't. The machine was relentless, driving her onward, upward, and she came again, Max's cock buried deep in her throat.
"Fuck, Tash!" Max groaned, grabbing the back of her head and thrusting deep. He was coming! The thick, hot surge of it filled her throat and she swallowed around him, as fast as she could, white fluid dribbling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. She caught the little flood with her fingers, licking them as he pulled himself out of her mouth with a groan.
"Oh baby," she whimpered, leaning in to him, holding on. "It's so good… I can't stand it…"
"Yes you can," he murmured, letting her use him for support as her hips continued to rock against the Sybian. "Don't stop…"
"Nooooo," she moaned, grabbing his hips and pressing her forehead against the hard muscles of his belly. Her pussy was a wet pulse between her thighs, her ass stretched and taut, the sensation building again… again! "Yes… ohhh yes… yes!"
She kept on riding. It would be another hour before Tasha climbed down, wet and trembling, into her husband's arms.
Chapter Seven
"On your knees, bitch!"
Regina
, the tall blonde, used just the slight pressure of the leather riding crop on top of Emily's head to send her down to her knees. Tasha only knew
Regina
's name from the initial paperwork they had filled out in order to join the club. She otherwise might have believed her name was "Mistress," because that's all the other woman, Emily, the little redhead wearing the black leather and chains, called her.
"Yes, Mistress," Emily murmured.
Not that
Regina
was dressed for the office or anything. She put one thigh-high black vinyl boot heel up on the rung of the stool in the corner, reaching down to unsnap the crotch of her black vinyl leotard. The contraption left her breasts exposed, cinching her already nonexistent waist, and Tasha stared as the
"Oh fuck!" he groaned as she swallowed around his shaft, her throat tightening against the head of his cock. The sensation was beyond words.
She pulled her head back, her eyes wild as she looked up at him. "Fuck my throat, baby… make me gag on it!"
The speed of the machine was moving up again, toward the middle to high range, and she was going for another ride. Max grabbed the back of her head, aiming his cock into her mouth. She took him, sucking greedily at first as he moved in and out, shoving himself between her lips.
"Ah, God, baby, take it!" he growled, thrusting his hips forward and burying his cock into her throat. She did gag, her eyes watering, but she made hungry, eager noises, wanting more. He'd never seen her like this, one hand clutching his ass, pulling him in even harder. Her body was quivering again, and he knew she was coming. He could feel the tightening in her mouth, her eyes closing with it.
He rocked his hips, driving his cock deep, using her mouth like a hot, wet little pussy. Tasha moaned and gagged again, her hand tightening into a fist against his ass. She pulled back for a moment to take a breath, panting, turning the speed down a little, but not as much as before.
She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, her breasts glistening with it, her tummy, too. Her eyes were dazed, as if she weren't quite really all there, and he knew that she wasn't. She was fiddling with the controls, turning them up again.
Tasha was lost, the heat between her legs like some unquenchable fire, and she kept rubbing and rubbing, trying to put it out. Her orgasms were beginning to come faster, closer, running together, like continuous waves. The dildo in her ass was buried deep, pressing against some magic spot inside of her and she couldn't seem to get enough of it.
Max pressed his cock against her lips again and she opened for him, feeling the thick swell of his flesh in her mouth, her pussy beginning to spasm again with her climax. She tried to hold out, but she couldn't. The machine was relentless, driving her onward, upward, and she came again, Max's cock buried deep in her throat.
"Fuck, Tash!" Max groaned, grabbing the back of her head and thrusting deep. He was coming! The thick, hot surge of it filled her throat and she swallowed around him, as fast as she could, white fluid dribbling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. She caught the little flood with her fingers, licking them as he pulled himself out of her mouth with a groan.
"Oh baby," she whimpered, leaning in to him, holding on. "It's so good… I can't stand it…"
"Yes you can," he murmured, letting her use him for support as her hips continued to rock against the Sybian. "Don't stop…"
"Nooooo," she moaned, grabbing his hips and pressing her forehead against the hard muscles of his belly. Her pussy was a wet pulse between her thighs, her ass stretched and taut, the sensation building again… again! "Yes… ohhh yes… yes!"
She kept on riding. It would be another hour before Tasha climbed down, wet and trembling, into her husband's arms.
Chapter Seven
"On your knees, bitch!"
Regina
, the tall blonde, used just the slight pressure of the leather riding crop on top of Emily's head to send her down to her knees. Tasha only knew
Regina
's name from the initial paperwork they had filled out in order to join the club. She otherwise might have believed her name was "Mistress," because that's all the other woman, Emily, the little redhead wearing the black leather and chains, called her.
"Yes, Mistress," Emily murmured.
Not that
Regina
was dressed for the office or anything. She put one thigh-high black vinyl boot heel up on the rung of the stool in the corner, reaching down to unsnap the crotch of her black vinyl leotard. The contraption left her breasts exposed, cinching her already nonexistent waist, and Tasha stared as the
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