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the wood. “Fuck!” Her alcoholically and erotically deluded mind never registered the pain.
I humped into her, almost using her body as nothing more than a hole to grind my cock in and out of for relief. My kisses and caresses never came. My words of comfort and complement never arrived. I was fucking my girlfriend as a bull fucks a cow. A stallion fucks a horse. A stud fucks his bitch.
Jill's quickly cooling juices swirled around my cock, dripped onto and drenched the table. Her body stuttered below me. Her eyes stared up into mine. Her fingers, at one second fighting the table for a grip she never found, stilled.
I fucked without recourse into her.
Her clitoris glistened, and her cunt ejaculated another sudden round of warm, wet fluid onto my abdomen. “Fuck!” she cried, her arms, torso and legs shaking and motioning independently of her thoughts once more.
Her pussy squelched under my reckoning. My undeterred ravishing. My proclamation and my reprisal.
“Oh God, Matt, I'm cumming again!” Jill looked to the ceiling, abandoning all hope she had for control of her body.
“Yes you are, my slut,” I said, and rammed my cock deeper inside her pussy until she screamed and pushed pathetically at my chest for freedom.
“Ugh fuck,” she groaned, her eyes widening and her fingers rummaging her blonde hair for refuge.
I pulled out of Jill, releasing her gaping hole, and watched as her lips pulsed, as if in need of further consumption. “Turn around,” I said.
Jill's legs were shaking as she attempted to obey. Her arms weak and compromised by her lessening orgasm. She rolled onto her side, sliding on her abundant juices on the surface of the table.
I smacked my palm against her ass. “Come on, slut. Present yourself for your fucking. I want you on all fours.”
Jill pushed herself up on the heel of one hand. She collapsed on the elbow of the other.
I whipped my erection against her beautiful backside. “You really do have the most fantastic arse in the world, Jill.”
She was panting, fighting for breath as well as balance.
I sickened of the sight of my slut struggling, seized her by her hips and hauled her backwards across the wooden table towards me.
“Fuck!” she cried, as her pussy was impaled suddenly on my erection.
I pulled her blonde hair to one side of her head, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders and back, fucked into her soft, soaking pussy from behind and playfully smacked my palm across her ass.
She was bent impossibly over before me. “Oh my God!” she cried at the top of her voice, sure to disturb the neighbours. “That's it. Give it to me!”
I hammered at her hole.
Jill was delirious, fighting her doggy-style balance onto one arm and throwing her free hand over her shoulder to my mouth. “Suck my fingers, baby, suck them!”
I took her fingertips into my mouth, greedily tasting her insides upon them.
“God, baby, I'm gonna hate myself in the morning when I wake up sober and realise what I've done tonight.”
I placed my hands on her hips, spread her cheeks wide as I fucked her and scrutinized her tight, beautiful asshole. Perspiration pooled at her opening, lubricating her most sensitive of orifices. Easing, tantalising and teasing it for my consideration.
“Feeling their cocks... Dancing my ass against them... Making Sean
I humped into her, almost using her body as nothing more than a hole to grind my cock in and out of for relief. My kisses and caresses never came. My words of comfort and complement never arrived. I was fucking my girlfriend as a bull fucks a cow. A stallion fucks a horse. A stud fucks his bitch.
Jill's quickly cooling juices swirled around my cock, dripped onto and drenched the table. Her body stuttered below me. Her eyes stared up into mine. Her fingers, at one second fighting the table for a grip she never found, stilled.
I fucked without recourse into her.
Her clitoris glistened, and her cunt ejaculated another sudden round of warm, wet fluid onto my abdomen. “Fuck!” she cried, her arms, torso and legs shaking and motioning independently of her thoughts once more.
Her pussy squelched under my reckoning. My undeterred ravishing. My proclamation and my reprisal.
“Oh God, Matt, I'm cumming again!” Jill looked to the ceiling, abandoning all hope she had for control of her body.
“Yes you are, my slut,” I said, and rammed my cock deeper inside her pussy until she screamed and pushed pathetically at my chest for freedom.
“Ugh fuck,” she groaned, her eyes widening and her fingers rummaging her blonde hair for refuge.
I pulled out of Jill, releasing her gaping hole, and watched as her lips pulsed, as if in need of further consumption. “Turn around,” I said.
Jill's legs were shaking as she attempted to obey. Her arms weak and compromised by her lessening orgasm. She rolled onto her side, sliding on her abundant juices on the surface of the table.
I smacked my palm against her ass. “Come on, slut. Present yourself for your fucking. I want you on all fours.”
Jill pushed herself up on the heel of one hand. She collapsed on the elbow of the other.
I whipped my erection against her beautiful backside. “You really do have the most fantastic arse in the world, Jill.”
She was panting, fighting for breath as well as balance.
I sickened of the sight of my slut struggling, seized her by her hips and hauled her backwards across the wooden table towards me.
“Fuck!” she cried, as her pussy was impaled suddenly on my erection.
I pulled her blonde hair to one side of her head, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders and back, fucked into her soft, soaking pussy from behind and playfully smacked my palm across her ass.
She was bent impossibly over before me. “Oh my God!” she cried at the top of her voice, sure to disturb the neighbours. “That's it. Give it to me!”
I hammered at her hole.
Jill was delirious, fighting her doggy-style balance onto one arm and throwing her free hand over her shoulder to my mouth. “Suck my fingers, baby, suck them!”
I took her fingertips into my mouth, greedily tasting her insides upon them.
“God, baby, I'm gonna hate myself in the morning when I wake up sober and realise what I've done tonight.”
I placed my hands on her hips, spread her cheeks wide as I fucked her and scrutinized her tight, beautiful asshole. Perspiration pooled at her opening, lubricating her most sensitive of orifices. Easing, tantalising and teasing it for my consideration.
“Feeling their cocks... Dancing my ass against them... Making Sean
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