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But the second thrust was harder, deeper, fuller

Experience Finale

By theKlaunPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
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But the second thrust was harder, deeper, fuller
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But the second thrust was harder, deeper, fuller. She let go of some animal sound. He thrust again, once, harder. And a fourth time. He slowly sped up like an old train slowly increasing its speed. He felt his dick getting harder with every thrust. He kept hold of her hips. He went faster and faster as if he wanted to destroy her ass. She slapped it hard, twice, enjoying the loudness the impact made. His fingers clawed at her hips so he wouldn’t lose momentum. He was afraid he would live her marks; soon after he hoped he would. He moved as if he wanted to penetrate all of her with his own self. His groin was a fire, a mess of heat, movement and desire. He closed his eyes to hear her soft moans. Then he opened them again and slapped her ass again. Then he took hold of her shoulders and tried to get in even further at exhausting speed, as if pleasure hid in velocity. Then he took hold of her thighs, hard, feeling the depth of meat. And then he heard her saying stop and he did. You are killing me, she said, with a wise giggle. He got out of her, apologising. He was a bit disappointed, but he understood and hoped she would be ready again soon. She turned around instead, still with a strange smile and pushed him down on the bed. She took hold of his dick with one hand and then kissed its point. Once, twice. He felt his entire body vibrate at every touch. He closed his eyes and felt her lips open and surround him, as if wanting to devour him. But the lips stopped and tiny teeth bit at it. It felt like a shot through his body, as if she had touched some nerve he didn’t know he had. Then in a swift move her lips reached the base of his dick and he disappeared. He was somewhere wet and deep and alive. Her tongue was exploring him and he felt he had nothing to hide. She knew what she was doing, which meant he was free not to be doing anything. He realised that the beauty of a blowjob was in letting go, in the pure freedom of not doing anything, not to be anything but pure feeling. She was holding him with her hand and going up and down with her mouth. Her tongue working in ways he could not begin to understand. Without knowing why he opened his eyes and saw her brown eyes staring at him. This somehow made him feel exposed and he liked it, because she knew what she was doing. He was moved and he started to stroke her hair, kindly. She went back to what she was doing and he kept stroking her head because it made him feel good, grateful. Then he took hold of her skull through her hair to add some pressure, but only lightly, as if to see whether it was okay or not. She didn’t seem to notice, so he added more pressure and followed her movement, trying to making it faster because pleasure seemed to be in velocity. Faster, he whispered or so he thought, unsure whether she had heard. But her head moved faster and he felt he was close, oh so close. But it wasn’t fast enough. He put both hands on her head and pushed her faster, harder. He felt he was fucking her mouth and maybe it was bad, but he loved it. He made a choking sound so he stopped. She took his dick out of her mouth. Don’t stop, I liked it, I like how you hold my head down. The look in her eyes almost made him come. She went down again and his hands on her skull he pushed harder and faster, starting to enjoy the choking sound that came now and then. He was so close now that his legs felt paralysed. He tried to move the hips upwards too, to meet his hands. Her lips and her brown eyes the only things between him and orgasm. He felt something rising through his dick, hot like frozen mercury. He came, grunting hard, his entire body shaking, her mouth sucking every last drop of his soul.

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