The sensations overwhelmed me, rode me up my pleasure, too many to keep track of.The sensations overwhelmed me, rode me up my pleasure, too many to keep track of. I could feel all his veins in his cock as it pressed in, the pleasure-pain in my soft breasts, his weight forcing me, taking me, the butterball heat-itch in my middle being scratched with his slick, blunt fuck-tool. I gasped out, my hair dischevelled, my hands at his chest, my legs wrapped around his bottom, looking in his eyes as he pounded me now, a thin sweat on his muscular body - bigger than me, taking me - his thickness stove in and out, moving my pleasure on, closer to blotting me. "Cocksucker!" John said to me distractedly, his breath ragged, "Fuck-Bitch". I could see he was approaching his orgasm, and I needed mine - I pushed against him with my thighs, now, and his enraged cock thrust in a little deeper, he slapped against me, and again - my pleasure neared its peak as his thrusts became deeper, longer, His frantic fingers pinched my nipple hard and pulled up on it with a sharp pain - I surrendered to the body-filling waves of ecstacy. "Cunt, Cunt!", his breath gasped from him now, and finally he pressed into me with all his body, and even in my daze of sensations I felt his spunk jet out from his iron cock, into me, filling me, his cock still filling my channel, so full! I held him to me, savouring the completeness, my vacant cunt filled. |