the slight calluses from him doing manual labor. He was such a
hard worker, and it showed in his body. “You’re so wet for me, Lena, so ready
for my cock.” He started moving his finger up and down, right through her slick
folds, rubbing her clit on every upstroke, and gently pressing into her pussy
hole on the down strokes.
She
gripped onto the blanket on either side of her, and bit her lip, hard. “I’m
always this wet for you.”
“You
want my cock, baby?”
“Yeah,”
she said with a tight voice. For several seconds all he did was move those
fingers up and down her slit, faster and faster until she was moaning for more,
begging for his cock. Then when she was about to curse at him to shove his dick
inside of her already, to stop tormenting her with the teasing, Rory removed
his hand from her pussy and showed her the glistening digits. For a second she
tried to suck air into her lungs, and then he brought those fingers to his
mouth and sucked the cream off.
God,
he was so dirty, so fucking filthy, and she loved every minute of it. When his
fingers were licked clean Rory then leaned down and kissed her, speared his tongue
into her mouth, past her lips forcefully, and made her taste herself. Without
breaking the kiss he reached between them, placed the tip of his monstrous cock
at her entrance, and for a second just stayed there, not moving, not breathing.
The
night and shadows wrapped around them, and the sound of the music and water
lapping at the shore filled her head. He looked down at her, the darkness
shrouding part of his face, making his eyes seem so dark. While holding each
other’s gazes, he started to push his big cock into her. A gasp left her at the
feel of him. He was stretching her to the point there was pain, but that
discomfort soon spread and morphed into pleasure, ecstasy that moved through
her entire body and consumed her.
Sweat
beaded along his brow, slid down his temple, and she wanted to lean up and lick
it off. He made these low grunts as he started pushing into her and retreating.
Over and over he did this, his face a mask of strain and concentration, and his
eyes trained right on her. When he placed a hand on her hip, keeping her
stationed for his penetration, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back,
just absorbing it all.
Her
pussy squeezed at his cock, like the damn thing had a mind of its own.
He
groaned, slammed his hands on the truck beside of her head, the sound of his
flesh hitting the metal, even though the blanket blocked it, filled her head
and vibrated her body. “Don’t do that, baby, or I’ll come before I get you
off.”
She
reached up, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him
forward for a kiss. He groaned against her lips, and in one hard, quick thrust,
buried himself fully inside of her again. His balls slapped her ass, the root
of his cock rubbed her clit, and she clenched painfully, pleasurably, around
his cock.
Wrapping
her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his firm, muscular ass, she
urged him to move within her.
“Fuck—”
“Me…”
she panted. “Fuck me.”
His
chest rose and fell, and she slipped her hands under his t-shirt, ran her nails
over his hardness, and gasped when he jerked his hips forward. His chest was
smooth, hairless, and she ran her fingers over the ridges of his six-pack. He
closed his eyes and started moving in and out of her faster now, a little
harder. When he opened his eyes he stared at her for several long seconds, but
still thrust deep inside of her.
The
stretch and burn of having him in her, his cock large, stretching her every
time he penetrated her, had her head dizzy and stars moving through her vision.
Sweat started to line her temples as she held off, strained not to reach her
orgasm. She wanted it, but she wanted this to be prolonged.
Lena
reached down and started rubbing her clit back and forth, not needing the extra
stimulation but she did this as much for a little extra
hard worker, and it showed in his body. “You’re so wet for me, Lena, so ready
for my cock.” He started moving his finger up and down, right through her slick
folds, rubbing her clit on every upstroke, and gently pressing into her pussy
hole on the down strokes.
She
gripped onto the blanket on either side of her, and bit her lip, hard. “I’m
always this wet for you.”
“You
want my cock, baby?”
“Yeah,”
she said with a tight voice. For several seconds all he did was move those
fingers up and down her slit, faster and faster until she was moaning for more,
begging for his cock. Then when she was about to curse at him to shove his dick
inside of her already, to stop tormenting her with the teasing, Rory removed
his hand from her pussy and showed her the glistening digits. For a second she
tried to suck air into her lungs, and then he brought those fingers to his
mouth and sucked the cream off.
God,
he was so dirty, so fucking filthy, and she loved every minute of it. When his
fingers were licked clean Rory then leaned down and kissed her, speared his tongue
into her mouth, past her lips forcefully, and made her taste herself. Without
breaking the kiss he reached between them, placed the tip of his monstrous cock
at her entrance, and for a second just stayed there, not moving, not breathing.
The
night and shadows wrapped around them, and the sound of the music and water
lapping at the shore filled her head. He looked down at her, the darkness
shrouding part of his face, making his eyes seem so dark. While holding each
other’s gazes, he started to push his big cock into her. A gasp left her at the
feel of him. He was stretching her to the point there was pain, but that
discomfort soon spread and morphed into pleasure, ecstasy that moved through
her entire body and consumed her.
Sweat
beaded along his brow, slid down his temple, and she wanted to lean up and lick
it off. He made these low grunts as he started pushing into her and retreating.
Over and over he did this, his face a mask of strain and concentration, and his
eyes trained right on her. When he placed a hand on her hip, keeping her
stationed for his penetration, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back,
just absorbing it all.
Her
pussy squeezed at his cock, like the damn thing had a mind of its own.
He
groaned, slammed his hands on the truck beside of her head, the sound of his
flesh hitting the metal, even though the blanket blocked it, filled her head
and vibrated her body. “Don’t do that, baby, or I’ll come before I get you
off.”
She
reached up, wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him
forward for a kiss. He groaned against her lips, and in one hard, quick thrust,
buried himself fully inside of her again. His balls slapped her ass, the root
of his cock rubbed her clit, and she clenched painfully, pleasurably, around
his cock.
Wrapping
her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his firm, muscular ass, she
urged him to move within her.
“Fuck—”
“Me…”
she panted. “Fuck me.”
His
chest rose and fell, and she slipped her hands under his t-shirt, ran her nails
over his hardness, and gasped when he jerked his hips forward. His chest was
smooth, hairless, and she ran her fingers over the ridges of his six-pack. He
closed his eyes and started moving in and out of her faster now, a little
harder. When he opened his eyes he stared at her for several long seconds, but
still thrust deep inside of her.
The
stretch and burn of having him in her, his cock large, stretching her every
time he penetrated her, had her head dizzy and stars moving through her vision.
Sweat started to line her temples as she held off, strained not to reach her
orgasm. She wanted it, but she wanted this to be prolonged.
Lena
reached down and started rubbing her clit back and forth, not needing the extra
stimulation but she did this as much for a little extra
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