Sandstorm Sins [sinfulrook and I]

[Captain Island]

Adara's face flustered, her cheeks growing hot. As Drassir pushed his thick cock inside her cunt, she let out a gasp of pain and pleasure... it was so bad that it was good, and she wanted more of it. She wanted to be able to scream out his name like a whore in the night, wanted him to ravage her and fuck her senseless. "Mmm, fuck me rough and hard," the Arab suddenly moaned, growing red at the realization of what she had said. Adara wasn't used to this, but she knew she would become addicted to his body, as if his scent, his entire body, was made out of nicotine.

Looking up, she studied his face. His expression was that of caring and love, and she understood his feelings... yet, she was unsure of herself. She wanted to love him, wanted to embrace his feelings. At the same time, she had never experienced such a thing. Her walls were coming down, but she was reluctant to, as if she was scared she would be hurt.

 

[sinfulrook]

Drassir heard her plea and began to almost instantly ravage her like a wild animal, his hips pumping up and down, in and out of her wet cunt. As he did so, the wooden frame of the bed began to creak a little, as if the power of Drassir's thrusts alone did that, but it was the combined body weight and the movement of their bodies in general. Soon the Persian's face turned from having a caring and loving expression, to a grin with small beads of sweat starting to appear, some sliding down his muscular body to his scars, the grin showing lust for her.

"Oh god it feels so fucking good!" Drassir said with a moan and kept pounding down into her, harder with each time his hips hit hers, his scarred arms supporting him just above her. He looked down just a little to notice her bust bouncing up and down a little from his power, grinning more and then looking back up at her face.