Xanaphia
Evil Midweek Cutie
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
That moment of completion, with William buried completely within her, was breathtaking. Mercedes wanted to answer his questions, respond to his demands, his pleas, to give him even more of herself. To give him everything. But her words came out like gasps and moans and hungering kisses.
So she let her hands speak her for, desperate fingers digging into his back. She let her legs speak for her, spread wide for him, thighs gripping him as he filled her. She let her hips speak for her, Writhing and meeting his, taking everything he gave and offerings herself in return.
Finally, looking up into the gorgeous blue eyes, brimming with concern and desire, she found her voice. “Will. Will… Will…” His name was all she could say, all that mattered in this moment, all that needed to be said. “Will… Will…” Arms tightened around his back, pulling him even closer until her breasts rubbed his bare chest with every thrust into her. She ground against him, chasing the electric pleasure that grazed her throbbing clit each time he drove into her. “Will…Will!” His name became eager, high pitched and rapid, echoing the moist joining of their bodies.
Then, as rapture peaked, she could speak no more, only gasp, and fill his mouth with the taste of her bliss. Each stroke was a new apex of delight, defiant of her rippling walls and fluid grasp on his cock. And when she could take no more, she melted into the mattress beneath him, still clenching rhythmically, in time with his deep strokes. Heaving breaths became gasps, and then finally, words.
“Fill me…Will…Please…fill me…”
So she let her hands speak her for, desperate fingers digging into his back. She let her legs speak for her, spread wide for him, thighs gripping him as he filled her. She let her hips speak for her, Writhing and meeting his, taking everything he gave and offerings herself in return.
Finally, looking up into the gorgeous blue eyes, brimming with concern and desire, she found her voice. “Will. Will… Will…” His name was all she could say, all that mattered in this moment, all that needed to be said. “Will… Will…” Arms tightened around his back, pulling him even closer until her breasts rubbed his bare chest with every thrust into her. She ground against him, chasing the electric pleasure that grazed her throbbing clit each time he drove into her. “Will…Will!” His name became eager, high pitched and rapid, echoing the moist joining of their bodies.
Then, as rapture peaked, she could speak no more, only gasp, and fill his mouth with the taste of her bliss. Each stroke was a new apex of delight, defiant of her rippling walls and fluid grasp on his cock. And when she could take no more, she melted into the mattress beneath him, still clenching rhythmically, in time with his deep strokes. Heaving breaths became gasps, and then finally, words.
“Fill me…Will…Please…fill me…”