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grazed over my shoulder blades, every touch fanning the flames. Those fingers wrapped around my hips, his cock hung against my tender folds. One last look over the crowd, before the sudden surge of his rod forced me to moan in front of them again.
He drove it deep, knowing how wet I was for him. He didn't need to hold back, and perhaps tenderness in this situation wouldn't go with the narrative he sought to present. Hard and fast, he began to find his pace inside me, sparking the lust in me higher. I cried out, my sounds louder than the murmurs of those who watched below.
Stroking my back, my flesh, doing his best to bring everything alive, get every nerve involved into the building and pounding pleasure that was gaining hold of me. Each sudden smack of cock and balls against my ass shook me, building me so much higher.
Tyson himself, though, endured the pleasures my pussy was milking from him. He was enjoying it, but he wasn't about to break. Instead, he was going to make sure I was showing his skill, his masculinity in bringing me to orgasm. His hands roamed down over my hips and toward my pussy. His pace only relented for a brief moment so that his fingers could find my clit, and tease it as he pounded me so harshly.
Before, his fucking was like a powerful tide, a thick rush of sensation flowing into my body, then rolling out, bringing with it the same ecstasy as when it came in. But as he teased my clit, relentless, without any chance for a breather. My arms clenched, trying to fight it, knowing that the longer I drew it out, the greater it'd be when I finally got there.
But Tyson would have none of it, finger and cock all he needed to make me crumble into him. Too much for any woman, let alone an inexperienced girl like me, to truly handle.
I came. Again. His assault overwhelming, my moans echoed through the large room, every set of eyes watching as Tyson controlled me, body, mind, and soul. I was his to do what he pleased with, and he wanted me singing his praises in ecstasy. And boy, was I ever happy to do so. My muscles went weak with the flares of pleasure all through them.
The thing is? It didn't stop. Tyson was dedicated, focused, and I didn't feel his usual adept timing filling me with his seed as he had so often in the past week. That sweet hot feeling that I had come to enjoy on top of everything else.
Instead, he kept pounding into me, not caring that my pussy must have been squeezing him like a vice, my body limp and weak, the only movement from me was my back arching from the orgasm. In response, his hands left my clit, grabbed me by the breasts. He pulled my body straight against his, displaying me completely to the billionaires.
Two wasn't going to be enough. He wanted me screaming for him, fucking me into unconsciousness. My sore pussy. though, in spite of all its calls for rest, was right there to embrace the love he was driving into it again and again. Exhaustion quickly submitted to embracing him once more. I urged my hips deeper onto him as he continued, undaunted by anything.
Certain things are only noticed when one is so intimate with another. The silent panting, the sweat on his brow, he wanted me so much at that moment, us managing a light kiss as my neck craned to reach his lips, and him so hungry for me in return. The frantic pace told me his cock was hating him for his desire not to half- ass anything, but with the tide rising for a third time within me, his own rest would be near.
As I hung over the cliff, being hiked up higher and higher for what was sure to be my ecstatic plunge, I gave one last look at those below. They were billionaires, they never knew a want. People always envied them, wishing they had their money, their status. But not me.
I had everything I ever wanted right here in Tyson, every ecstatic penetration into my pussy, the knowledge that he wanted me. I wanted this moment to last forever. Nothing else could compare, not how he used me, and how one powerful
He drove it deep, knowing how wet I was for him. He didn't need to hold back, and perhaps tenderness in this situation wouldn't go with the narrative he sought to present. Hard and fast, he began to find his pace inside me, sparking the lust in me higher. I cried out, my sounds louder than the murmurs of those who watched below.
Stroking my back, my flesh, doing his best to bring everything alive, get every nerve involved into the building and pounding pleasure that was gaining hold of me. Each sudden smack of cock and balls against my ass shook me, building me so much higher.
Tyson himself, though, endured the pleasures my pussy was milking from him. He was enjoying it, but he wasn't about to break. Instead, he was going to make sure I was showing his skill, his masculinity in bringing me to orgasm. His hands roamed down over my hips and toward my pussy. His pace only relented for a brief moment so that his fingers could find my clit, and tease it as he pounded me so harshly.
Before, his fucking was like a powerful tide, a thick rush of sensation flowing into my body, then rolling out, bringing with it the same ecstasy as when it came in. But as he teased my clit, relentless, without any chance for a breather. My arms clenched, trying to fight it, knowing that the longer I drew it out, the greater it'd be when I finally got there.
But Tyson would have none of it, finger and cock all he needed to make me crumble into him. Too much for any woman, let alone an inexperienced girl like me, to truly handle.
I came. Again. His assault overwhelming, my moans echoed through the large room, every set of eyes watching as Tyson controlled me, body, mind, and soul. I was his to do what he pleased with, and he wanted me singing his praises in ecstasy. And boy, was I ever happy to do so. My muscles went weak with the flares of pleasure all through them.
The thing is? It didn't stop. Tyson was dedicated, focused, and I didn't feel his usual adept timing filling me with his seed as he had so often in the past week. That sweet hot feeling that I had come to enjoy on top of everything else.
Instead, he kept pounding into me, not caring that my pussy must have been squeezing him like a vice, my body limp and weak, the only movement from me was my back arching from the orgasm. In response, his hands left my clit, grabbed me by the breasts. He pulled my body straight against his, displaying me completely to the billionaires.
Two wasn't going to be enough. He wanted me screaming for him, fucking me into unconsciousness. My sore pussy. though, in spite of all its calls for rest, was right there to embrace the love he was driving into it again and again. Exhaustion quickly submitted to embracing him once more. I urged my hips deeper onto him as he continued, undaunted by anything.
Certain things are only noticed when one is so intimate with another. The silent panting, the sweat on his brow, he wanted me so much at that moment, us managing a light kiss as my neck craned to reach his lips, and him so hungry for me in return. The frantic pace told me his cock was hating him for his desire not to half- ass anything, but with the tide rising for a third time within me, his own rest would be near.
As I hung over the cliff, being hiked up higher and higher for what was sure to be my ecstatic plunge, I gave one last look at those below. They were billionaires, they never knew a want. People always envied them, wishing they had their money, their status. But not me.
I had everything I ever wanted right here in Tyson, every ecstatic penetration into my pussy, the knowledge that he wanted me. I wanted this moment to last forever. Nothing else could compare, not how he used me, and how one powerful
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