That passion and want for him, that desire for pleasure and satisfaction boiled in her inside.
She could feel the tingle in her even without him being beside her.
What has he done to her?
Why all these sudden feelings in her??
What’s going on?
Yes, she needs him beside her but this was just beyond her expectations. This was more than she thought for. Like her body and soul were in total control of itself.
What’s happening?
What’s going on with her?
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(THAT NIGHT…)
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She now stood nude in the dim light of his room except for her black cotton stockings which were held up by elastic bands around the thighs.
Jefferson rolled the stockings down and lora stepped out of her stockings. She held her arms across her Břě@šťs.
He bent over to her shoulder, burying a soft kiss on her bare skin.
Then, he made her turn to him, analyzing her every figure like he has never seen it before. Everything about her were always new to him and it made him want her the more.
He bent back her head across his arm and kissed her, softly at first, and then with a swift gradation of intensity that made her cling to him as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world.
His insistent mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tingles along her nerves, evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling.
And before a swimming giddiness spun her round and round, she knew that she was kissing him back.
She knotted her fist in his shirt, pulling him harder against her. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled her, gathering her against himself, and they went on the bed, rolling over on it, tangled together, still kissing.
Now he opened his clothing and took out his hard, eager segz, and mounting her he let it rest against her thigh as he continued to stroke her and work her.
She was twisting from one side to the other, her hands gathering up the soft sheets at her sides into knots, and it seemed her whole body grew pink, and the Ɲīpplës of her Břě@šťs looked as hard as if they were tiny stones.
He could not resist them.
He bit at them with his teeth, playfully, not hurting her. He licked them with his tongue, and then he licked her segz, too, and as she struggled, and blushed and Mõ@ɲed beneath him, he mounted her, slowly.
Again she arched her back. Her Břě@šťs were suffused with red. And as he drove his organ into her, he felt her shudder violently with unwilling pleasure.
An awful cry was muffled by the hand over her mouth, she was shuddering so violently it seemed she all but lifted him on top of her.
“‘You are mine,” he grunts out, pumping into her, the length and level of his arousal brutal. ‘Mine,’ he swears, as he releases her mouth and turns her around, pushing her forward as he yanks her legs back, one hand hard on her back, the other gripping her @zz.
He doesn’t slow the movement, giving her full, hard th-ru_sts, her Břě@šťs bouncing on her chest.
She couldn’t get enough of him. She was tired and sore but she didn’t care.
She didn’t want to sleep. She wanted the ache. She wanted him in her, all the time. His weight on top of her.
She wanted to squeeze him in further and further. She wanted to watch his face. She wanted his sweat to drop onto her. She wanted to drop hers on him.
She got on top of him. She’d never done it before and she couldn’t really believe it; she was doing this.
She was inventing something. She held him and put him in. He felt deeper in her.
She can never forget it. She was now in charge and he liked it. She held his hands down. He pretended like he was trying to break free.
She let her tits touch his face. He went mad; really mad and he bucked. He split her in two. She pushed down and she couldn’t believe it.
One of his fingers flicked over her bum. She did it to him. He lifted and heaved.
Again, she couldn’t believe it…
There was no end to it, no end to the new things. He did something and she copied him. She did something, he did it back.
He took her from behind. She pushed back, forcing more of him into her. She sucked him. He licked her.
She made him come on her stomach, his tongue making a long lick from her abdomen up to her Břě@šť. His hands made no effort on leaving her hardened Ɲīpplës.
The whole room rocked as the atmosphere grew hot between them.
He pulled out, her breath fast and steady, his lips plastered with a soft smirk and her eyes didn’t leave from him.
It was time… It was fully time to claim her as his.
His white canine teeths pierced out, his eyes turned red but his face still maintained it’s real nature.
She was scared a little, terrified for awhile that seemed not to have lasted.
He leaned forward to the side of her neck. She moved her face to the other side and her gave a long sniff exhaling out heavily.
Her scent filling his nostrils, triggering his hormones. She wasn’t scared anymore, she had wanted this, to be his forever.
She was d@mn ready…
He gripped her both hands as his face leaned forward, his canine teeths softly piercing into her soft bare skin.
She Mõ@ɲed, her body stiffened but soon relaxed. He pulled out gently and she let out another soft Mõ@ɲ, her once fast breath reduced.
Finally, she was his and he was hers.
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” He did something and she copied him. She did something, he did it back.”
Abeg wat something?? Don’t punish me for that part?????
So las las, they had the real taste first( hoping for babies). Let’s watch out for Hanley’s romance???