He takes one of my nipples between his finger tips, strokes and tweaks it, I moan against his lips and rub my cunt against his thigh. I leave a streak of effluence on his trousers.
We go upstairs and get undressed and our kisses continue. He strokes my chest and inbetween my legs and I get up to suck him. I slide his hard and eager cock into my warm mouth and enjoy him, he strokes my clit ad lips and makes me moan. and I suck him. He's hard and I'm eager and I desperately want to get fucked.
When he puts me on my knees I'm so ready and I climax quickly, we slow down and just start to plain fuck. In and out, the room is warm, this feels amazing. I tell him. It's endlessly rhythmic and satisfying and we both drip off into our own dimensions and rut away, until he stops us.
I whimper and ask for him to put his fingers inside me. I want the beautiful full sensation to carry on. He wants to quell my greediness. He starts by pushing his fingers into me. He keeps adding more fingers until I start to squeak and say it hurts. He says good. He stretches and stretches me, trying to drive his knuckles into my cunt. I beg him to stop and he doesn't. He pushes harder against the bone and muscle, it feels like a punch. He takes great delight in tapping deep spots inside me and causing yelps. Once he's gotten bored of stretching my cunt his attentions turn to my bottom. He works up slowly stretching me wide and thrusts his fingers in and out at a violent, speed. He makes me come like this eventually. I am bruised and snivelling and off in another zone. I curl up on the floor next to the bed and he goes for a cigarette. My head washes back into the real world and I get into our bed and curl into him. I'm hurting.
I notice over the next few days, that I'm bruised. Sitting down hurts. He's very pleased about this. So am I.
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