09-03-2019, 12:18 PM
When it did, she tried to move. She wanted to ride him. His hand lowered her a bit more and she felt the cock, not so thick beyond the cockhead slide up into her. She waited to feel his groin on her ass as he lowered her. But there seemed to be no end to his cock. He filled her and went on. She gasped and held on to him neck and tried to hold herself up. She was unsure she could take much more and wanted to stop the invasion. But he let her drop more, watching her as he felt his cock fill her up. He wanted the base of his cock to feel her cuntlips. But he knew it was going to be tough, as she scampered up to avoid a deeper fuck.... He was causing pain in her womb.
He lifted her and dropped her back. She thrashed around, her head thrown back first, now forward. She pressed herself to his chest. Her legs leveraged on his hips as she changed the angle of attack, and had her clit caress the cock. He lifted her and let the cockhead tease the sensitive lips at the beginning of her cunt. She wiggled down and tried to tame his cock with her movements. He gasped. She smiled. He lifted and dropped her, his body small and in control of his hands. She shuddered, spasmed and laughed. He groaned as he felt her small pussy twist turn and maul his cock.
Her hands reached under to feel his cock and she gasped at the length she found outside of herself. Thank god she had stopped him from plunging in fully she thought. She stretched her legs involuntarily, her heels gaining leverage from the railings. She propped herself forward a bit and started to fuck down with an animal lust. She surprised him. He felt his knees go wobbly as her cunt milked away at his cock. Sunita, demure, shy, restrained, was now Sunita, animal, lust filled slut. He slid to the floor with her on top. This was how he imagined her for years. And now he had her in that position.
She held herself prone over him, now in control. She held his cock in her hand and slid her cunt over the cock head up and down, not allowing the cock to go further up. Her other hand was on his chest as she fucked up and down. Her hair was tousled and all over. His hands claimed her breasts, holding them tight and hard, and the nipples alone being thumbed. He flicked them and watched her as she fucked him hard.
She smiled down at him. "Dileep. Today I will fulfill your desire of many years," she thought to herself. As she lifted herself, her hand stroked the pillar. When she sank down her fist defined the limit of her taking him in. She laughed. Her head was thrown back. She pinched his chest. She wondered, one cock had just opened her pussy and pistoned it routinely and stopped at that. Karan's. Another one had spread her impossibly wide. Shyam's. Now this one was testing the depth of her womb. "My God! I have become a whoring slut," she thought as she rode hard. She needed the orgasm now. She needed to end this before she felt worse about her whorishness. She placed both her hands on his chest and held herself just over the cock. With rapid thrusts she impaled herself on the cockhead and pulled herself up. She fucked with her eyes closed and her mind on the fusion of her cunt with his cock. She changed her angle a bit to have him rub her clit. She felt the shuddering deep within her. Her eyes opened and made contact with him. She nodded in excitement, her eyes telling him she was in pleasure and that she wanted him to join her.
Dileep looked up at the woman on top in amazement, she was not the woman he had hungered for, for so many years. That woman was restrained. This woman was a picture of lust. As her fingers twisted and pulled at his nipples, he felt the jackhammering of the cunt over the cockhead. Precise short movements making his cock tremble and hum with orgasm.
He started to boil over and he felt his cum rushing up his cock. "Sunita! I am going to cum inside you...........," it was a warning. A question. An issue that needed answering. Sunita raised one leg and lifted her cunt off the cock. Her hand grabbed the long flailing pillar of flesh in her fist. She fisted him hard. The cum spat out, hitting her thigh and spilling everywhere. Everywhere but her womb, where she thought, incongruously at this moment, only Shyam seemed entitled to cum. She held down as gobs and gobs of white fluid flowed out. Dileep groaned loudly as he shuddered. With each of her fisting his body was wracked with pleasure and he thrashed. "Yours, Sunita. All yours," he pleaded with her.
She watched as he came in a copious flow of fluid. Now that he was not shooting hard and deep, she sank back taking back the cock in her pussy. And she rode. Milking him. Pleasuring herself. Resuming her interrupted orgasm. Thankful for the length of his cock that allowed her to fuck even if he was done.
He lifted her and dropped her back. She thrashed around, her head thrown back first, now forward. She pressed herself to his chest. Her legs leveraged on his hips as she changed the angle of attack, and had her clit caress the cock. He lifted her and let the cockhead tease the sensitive lips at the beginning of her cunt. She wiggled down and tried to tame his cock with her movements. He gasped. She smiled. He lifted and dropped her, his body small and in control of his hands. She shuddered, spasmed and laughed. He groaned as he felt her small pussy twist turn and maul his cock.
Her hands reached under to feel his cock and she gasped at the length she found outside of herself. Thank god she had stopped him from plunging in fully she thought. She stretched her legs involuntarily, her heels gaining leverage from the railings. She propped herself forward a bit and started to fuck down with an animal lust. She surprised him. He felt his knees go wobbly as her cunt milked away at his cock. Sunita, demure, shy, restrained, was now Sunita, animal, lust filled slut. He slid to the floor with her on top. This was how he imagined her for years. And now he had her in that position.
She held herself prone over him, now in control. She held his cock in her hand and slid her cunt over the cock head up and down, not allowing the cock to go further up. Her other hand was on his chest as she fucked up and down. Her hair was tousled and all over. His hands claimed her breasts, holding them tight and hard, and the nipples alone being thumbed. He flicked them and watched her as she fucked him hard.
She smiled down at him. "Dileep. Today I will fulfill your desire of many years," she thought to herself. As she lifted herself, her hand stroked the pillar. When she sank down her fist defined the limit of her taking him in. She laughed. Her head was thrown back. She pinched his chest. She wondered, one cock had just opened her pussy and pistoned it routinely and stopped at that. Karan's. Another one had spread her impossibly wide. Shyam's. Now this one was testing the depth of her womb. "My God! I have become a whoring slut," she thought as she rode hard. She needed the orgasm now. She needed to end this before she felt worse about her whorishness. She placed both her hands on his chest and held herself just over the cock. With rapid thrusts she impaled herself on the cockhead and pulled herself up. She fucked with her eyes closed and her mind on the fusion of her cunt with his cock. She changed her angle a bit to have him rub her clit. She felt the shuddering deep within her. Her eyes opened and made contact with him. She nodded in excitement, her eyes telling him she was in pleasure and that she wanted him to join her.
Dileep looked up at the woman on top in amazement, she was not the woman he had hungered for, for so many years. That woman was restrained. This woman was a picture of lust. As her fingers twisted and pulled at his nipples, he felt the jackhammering of the cunt over the cockhead. Precise short movements making his cock tremble and hum with orgasm.
He started to boil over and he felt his cum rushing up his cock. "Sunita! I am going to cum inside you...........," it was a warning. A question. An issue that needed answering. Sunita raised one leg and lifted her cunt off the cock. Her hand grabbed the long flailing pillar of flesh in her fist. She fisted him hard. The cum spat out, hitting her thigh and spilling everywhere. Everywhere but her womb, where she thought, incongruously at this moment, only Shyam seemed entitled to cum. She held down as gobs and gobs of white fluid flowed out. Dileep groaned loudly as he shuddered. With each of her fisting his body was wracked with pleasure and he thrashed. "Yours, Sunita. All yours," he pleaded with her.
She watched as he came in a copious flow of fluid. Now that he was not shooting hard and deep, she sank back taking back the cock in her pussy. And she rode. Milking him. Pleasuring herself. Resuming her interrupted orgasm. Thankful for the length of his cock that allowed her to fuck even if he was done.
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