Celeb Fun

Not all at once, but a slow, deliberate invasion that stretched and filled her to her absolute limit. Jane’s breath hitched, a strangled cry escaping her lips as his girth finally found its home deep inside her. It was immense, a pulsing, throbbing presence that made her internal muscles clench around him in a desperate, welcoming embrace.

He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, letting the exquisite fullness of him sink in. She could feel every ripple, every vein, the sheer power of him throbbing against her deepest core. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

Then he began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that quickly escalated into a powerful, relentless thrusting. Jane felt Reginald's fat organ pulsate, each stroke a deeper penetration, each withdrawal a teasing, unbearable reprieve. The friction was intoxicating, building a pressure inside her that threatened to shatter her.

"Yes," she panted, her voice lost in the torrent of sensation. "Yes, just like that."

The bedsprings groaned a rhythmic accompaniment to their escalating passion. Reginald's breaths were ragged, his face taut with exertion and desire. He grunted, a primal sound as he drove into her, harder and faster. Then, with a final, earth-shattering surge, he groaned her name, his body stiffening. Jane felt his fat organ pulsate and spurt after spurt of thick semen blasted inside her steamy pussy, filling her to overflowing. Her own climax erupted simultaneously, a violent, all-consuming wave that left her trembling and gasping, utterly spent in his arms.

Jane leaned forward, the cool marble of the bathroom vanity pressing against her stomach as she searched for the fallen earring. Reginald had followed her, his hands already on her hips, his breath warm on her neck. It was meant to be a quick retrieve, but the air between them had thickened with a different kind of urgency.

"Lost something, love?" he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, then dipping lower, beneath the silk of her robe. A shiver, both of pleasure and a faint chill from the open bathroom door, ran through her.

"Just this," she managed, her voice a little breathy, her focus entirely stolen by the brush of his erection against her backside. She straightened a fraction, and then, with a playful groan of exasperation at the elusive sparkle, she bent at the waist directly in front of him, her fingers still blindly searching the floor.

It was an unconscious movement, but an exquisitely deliberate invitation. Her curvy buns separated, the thin silk of her thong doing little to conceal the tantalizing peek. And there it was, presented to him, framed by the pale, soft skin of her inner thighs: her blonde pussy, a delicate promise, peeking out between milky white thighs.

A gasp caught in Reginald’s throat. Jane felt his body tense behind her, a sudden, rigid demand. His hands, which had been gently stroking her sides, now gripped her hips with a possessive ferocity, pulling her back against him. A low, guttural sound rumbled in his chest, and then, with a powerful, hungry thrust, he was inside her.

The sensation was electric, a searing heat that spread instantly through her core. Her back arched as he filled her, every inch. His cock pulsated deep inside her, a frantic, rhythmic beat against her most sensitive flesh. Jane cried out, a small, choked sound swallowed by the bathroom’s acoustics. He began to thrust, slow and deep at first, then building rapidly, each powerful jerk of his hips against her butt sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. He was coming, and she felt every glorious, shuddering pulse of it, as he spilled his heat deep inside her, binding them together in a moment of raw, untamed bliss.