- Joined
- Jan 13, 2010
- Location
- ...In your Closet
She buckled on top of him. She had never had this position before, and this pace... was different. It was slow yet... soft. Subtle, yet still over powering. She grunted and then squeaked again and she raised up off his cock and then came on his stomach. It sprayed from his stomach to his legs and all the way over to the carpet. Hell, some got on the wall too! She blushed and was about to stop because of embarrassment but seeing that he was still pumping meant that he obviously like that kinda kinky shit.
She bucked like a stallion trying to avoid the burner of coal and she whinnied like a mane in heat. The passion of this one was intense, fierce, and like a burning fire ceased to stop at any and all cost. It seemed as though he wasn't in it for himself. Like he wanted to please her... like he urged her to come back for more. Like in a cocky yet sure way of saying that this right here, this shit right here nigga, was the best thing that she has, has, and will ever get. Avoiding screaming she panted. Her tongue outside her mouth like a dog in the summertime she sighed. Long deep passionate thrusts were not her strong point. They made her weak in the knees, head, and everywhere else. Then, he started it.
That pussy is amazing dirty talk... welp there was the cake, the icing, the waffles and some more shit. She came... and came... and came again. Her body rumbled, shook, erupted, and burst. She prayed he wouldn't talk anymore. She hoped that he would not tell her what she wanted to hear so badly. What she desired most. What she craved more than anything. Pay attention? A man paying attention to her and her body, to her needs, to her wants, and to actually please her in ways that she never thought possible and that she wanted that more than anything in the world. Love, a person to love her and her body. That was all she ever wanted and for him this stranger to come out of seemingly no where and to give her this was all a little too sudden.
She bucked like a stallion trying to avoid the burner of coal and she whinnied like a mane in heat. The passion of this one was intense, fierce, and like a burning fire ceased to stop at any and all cost. It seemed as though he wasn't in it for himself. Like he wanted to please her... like he urged her to come back for more. Like in a cocky yet sure way of saying that this right here, this shit right here nigga, was the best thing that she has, has, and will ever get. Avoiding screaming she panted. Her tongue outside her mouth like a dog in the summertime she sighed. Long deep passionate thrusts were not her strong point. They made her weak in the knees, head, and everywhere else. Then, he started it.
That pussy is amazing dirty talk... welp there was the cake, the icing, the waffles and some more shit. She came... and came... and came again. Her body rumbled, shook, erupted, and burst. She prayed he wouldn't talk anymore. She hoped that he would not tell her what she wanted to hear so badly. What she desired most. What she craved more than anything. Pay attention? A man paying attention to her and her body, to her needs, to her wants, and to actually please her in ways that she never thought possible and that she wanted that more than anything in the world. Love, a person to love her and her body. That was all she ever wanted and for him this stranger to come out of seemingly no where and to give her this was all a little too sudden.