Xanaphia
Evil Midweek Cutie
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
“Big talk for someone pinned underneath me,” Kaydia growled, swallowing her own sighs at the each twitch and pulse of his meat felt within her. “Let me cum? No, my dear Quentin, you will not let me cum. You will sit there and suffer my through my orgasm. You will feel the pleasure in my mind on in my body, and you will plead for your own release.” She clenched him at that, squeezing until he shuddered before releasing him. “You will tell me that you belong to me, before screaming my name as orgasm takes you.”
Her hips rolled along her now, still slow, rippling the water in rhythm with her movements. Still shy of what she knew he wanted, just the feel of slick folds caressing his meat. Each time she rose, her thighs squeezed, feeling his own toned legs straining against her, trying to fuck up into her. “I will have you, my big sexy Jedi. I am already having you…” She moaned in his ear, parting herself on his rigid cock. Supple breasts rubbed his hard chest, nerves tingling as her stiff nipples moved along his wet body.
More. She needed more of him. More cock insider her and more friction between them and more teeth biting her and more hands groping him. “Mine!” She gasped, fucking herself on him, using his body to satisfy her hungering needs. Nails drew blood as she moved along his length, his entire length, not stop or slowing as desire consumed her. “Mine…mine…mine…” She cried, low guttural grunts punctuating her strokes, until her body arched and clenched and surged around him.
Her hips rolled along her now, still slow, rippling the water in rhythm with her movements. Still shy of what she knew he wanted, just the feel of slick folds caressing his meat. Each time she rose, her thighs squeezed, feeling his own toned legs straining against her, trying to fuck up into her. “I will have you, my big sexy Jedi. I am already having you…” She moaned in his ear, parting herself on his rigid cock. Supple breasts rubbed his hard chest, nerves tingling as her stiff nipples moved along his wet body.
More. She needed more of him. More cock insider her and more friction between them and more teeth biting her and more hands groping him. “Mine!” She gasped, fucking herself on him, using his body to satisfy her hungering needs. Nails drew blood as she moved along his length, his entire length, not stop or slowing as desire consumed her. “Mine…mine…mine…” She cried, low guttural grunts punctuating her strokes, until her body arched and clenched and surged around him.