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armandbloodstone
Lost Thinker
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love to the end ! extreme content !
I gaze into the sight of the one i want
their eyes blaze with passion
i rush them inside my home
our legs have much to hasten
clothes swirl in a tornado of our lust
the time has come
we waited to long
our mouths cant stop
our senses are a blunder
outside is perfect with the whirlling thunder
bodies so hot steam swirls around
as the one i love throws me to the ground
the passion is intense i can not stand
i moan so loud as much as i can
it only speeds up
our love and our passion
we are yet to relize
the sneaking assian
he comes so close yet we havent seen
he strikes with his knife
now our love makeing bleeds

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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- Erotic Enchantment -

I can see in my mind a handsome young Greek god,
His curly hair wild, my hands eager to run through it!
Eyes intense and blazing like an electric lightning rod.
His tongue in my mouth, my lips eager for his deep sip,
And my body is trembling as he wraps his sexy arms…
Around my slender waist, his hands hard, on my rear!
Oh my Adonis, how lost is my heart unto your charms.
Your love eases my trembling, as your breath is near!
Sweetest breath, hot upon my neck with moist kisses,
Sending tingling to every inch of my body, from there.
Your brilliant mind is like an arrow that never misses,
And I swoon, my fingers still tangled in your curly hair.

You touch my tiny breasts and I am breathing heavily,
Your other hand grasps me so firm above my thighs…
In tender places: where pleasures await you, lovingly.
As you pleasure me, I am so drowning, in your eyes,
Not wishing to be saved, but content to slip below…
Below your form, as you turn me over, moving atop.
In and out of me, you move, and I grind to and fro…
I am crying out, your name, not wanting you to stop!
Take me hard as you bring me over the edge, lover.
Beyond the glory of the moment, my heavenly one…
I feel a hand, around my waist; one upon me, lower.
Two pleasures pinion me as you find in me your fun!

You explode within me, as I explode unto the floor.
We climax together and I am panting with such fury,
That I seem to know only the thoughts of a whore…
Your sweet slut: who is lost in your pleasure’s flurry.
Am I, the first girl like me that you have ever loved?
Do not tell me, for my mind is spinning with fantasy!
I am your living poem, and I see you are so moved,
By the poetry we make together, creating ecstasy…
Enchantment no spell can form, nor sorcery fathom.
Some: would call our coupling some forbidden lust!
Let them hate us, let them hate and then condemn…
Their words will pass like ruins, which become dust.

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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- Engulfed by Pleasure -

You stripped me of my womanly attire…
And saw my she-cock pulse, anticipating,
The rush of sensuality, the roaring of fire!
How many nights we spent masturbating,
To photos of each other that we had sent?
Now we meet as lovers, now we clash…
Like waves, upon some rocky sediment,
Some shoreline where the ocean will crash!
I behold you, my pale, porcelain maiden,
Your bright brown eyes glowing fiercely!
Oh that beautiful crown, of brown hair…
Which delights me above other women!
I long to take you to the edge of ecstasy,
Oh, the mad, mad things we could dare!
You are attired in a white goddess gown,
My hands caressing: of your every curve.
I am lost in your eyes, so rich and brown,
Twin pools of glory, to which I swerve…
Like the earth itself, but far more splendid:
Are those portals to a mind of true beauty!
Oh beloved, as my hands grasp you tender,
What, in my pale blue eyes might you see?
I shall give you pleasure to ever remember.
Your nipples harden with hot excitement…
As I feel your fine rounded young breasts.
I squeeze those softest of pretty peaches!
My hardness increases, begging to vent…
I rub it against your legs with teasing tests.
Shall I put it where my hand next reaches?
You sigh and gasp as I grasp you quick…
Between your legs where you are softest!
Shall I pierce that softness, with a prick?
For my sword is long: you cannot resist…
Whilst lost in the throes, of love’s power.
I cast you unto your back upon our bed,
My hands caressing your generous thighs!
Oh how I shall pluck you, pretty flower…
For my blood rushes so madly, and red,
Like fire cast up high, into volcanic skies.
I pull up the skirts of your soft, soft dress,
My tongue licking every inch of your flesh!
You moan like a harlot with each caress…
And I pull your skirts up further, lust fresh,
Blossoming between us like some garden.
I grasp your breasts again; you are warm!
The flush of love is upon me, growing firm.
Your eyes widen as you see me harden…
Harder than before like a mounting storm!
And so I mount you, even as I do yearn…
To bring you to a paradise only for lovers!
Your fingers dig into the sheets ferocious,
As we move up and down on the covers.
My fingers entwine in your hair’s tresses,
And I pull slightly, not enough to harm…
But just enough to enhance your pleasure,
As your womanhood slicks to our sport!
We blaze fast and hot as a shooting star,
Whilst I partake of your maiden treasure!
My battering ram besieges your fair fort.
If love is a battle we both shall surrender,
Even as you scratch my back playfully…
Whilst you moan as I thrust my member:
In a swift rhythm, and none too gently…
With such ferocity: that, you are giggling.
I look down upon you, and how I smile!
For, I see your lovely breasts a-jiggling,
As we make love like beasts for a while.
Unleashing the animal within us, wildly…
Sweat pouring, our madness increasing!
At last we climax, and none too mildly…
Your bosom swells, in heaves pleasing.
Blood, under your fingernails, you sigh!
I am still hard inside you, still a-pulsing.
We kiss, passionately, never to deny…
Our love, and lust: so very all engulfing.

NimmieAmee
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(Now, I realize that this isn't as explicit as many/all the other entries, but to me explicit and erotic aren't /necessarily/ synonyms.)


Seven Little Words



“Bless me Father, for I have sinned.”

...And that's how it started, with those simple words I had heard thousands of times, from hundreds of parishioners, this time delivered in the voice of a young girl.

I prompted gently; “And how long has it been since your last confession, my child?”

“I've never confessed before” she responded, sounding anxious.

“Would you like me to tell you what happens, then?”

Sounding grateful, she had said; “Yes, please.”

“You simply tell me your sins, and I listen. Afterward, we work together to find a penance that will be appropriate, such as saying prayers.”

At this point she gasped, causing me to bolt upright in concern; “What's wrong, child?”

“Nothing, Father.” she answered, whimpering slightly, and sounding as if she was crying.

My heart ached in sympathy; “There now child, there is no need to fear; I assure you that, whatever your sin, God will forgive if you are penitent. That means if you're sorry, which you clearly are. Now why don't you tell me? I promise it will help.

“Father...” there had been some rustling sounds, and a pause of almost a pull minute, before she continued; “I've been lusting for a man.”

I sighed in relief, glad that what was burdening her was something so small and easily handled; “How old are you?”

Her response came on short breath; “Thir-thirteen.”

“I thought as much. Listen, child, your body is going through such drastic changes at this time in your life, and hormones are flooding your system; this is natural, just as what you are feeling is natural. It is a process designed by God himself.” The strange noises I had been hearing all along started to increase in frequency as I spoke; “As long as you try not to indulge in these thoughts, and as long as you never act upon them until marriage, you have done nothing wrong.”

“But it really is a man I know I shouldn't lust after. I tried not to think about it, but it's hard; I have to see him at least once a week and just..” Her young voice let out a gasping sigh; “listening to his voice...”

I froze as suspicion overtook me, and possible understanding of what the sounds I bad been hearing were.

Hesitant, all I said was; “My....my child?”

At this point her speech was being interrupted by panting; “I'm sorry...Father, but..that's..the real reason I came today....I just..couldn't wait until Sunday..to hear you a-a-mmmm, Father!” One of her hands slapped against the mostly opaque screen separating us as she moaned out the last word.

My eyes snapped to the screen in reflex; the only features of the girl that were discernible being pale skin, and dark colored hair.

My face grew hot, and I grew silent. Eventually the girl's breathing resumed a normal pace, and she repeated in a quiet voice; “I'm sorry, Father.”

I cleared my throat and responded in a slightly shaky tone; “I believe three Our Father's and three Hail Mary's is appropriate.”

The girl's silhouette rose and she said; “Thank you, Father.” before leaving.

I stayed in the confessional for a long time, until I could be certain she had left the church. My thoughts turned against my will to the young girls in my perish and who she could be.


NimmieAmee
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(That being said lol)


The Reason For My Bruised Knees



He stands before me, towering and aroused  
and I, kneeling, smile as I lean forward.  

I run my tongue along him, swirl around the tip  
and find myself reveling in his flavor.  

He lets out a gasp as the wetness of my mouth envelops him,  
serving to drive my passion onwards.  

My head darts back and forth as I eagerly begin our rhythm  
moaning slightly with the pleasure of pleasuring him.  

I try my best for the full length of him, which is always too much,  
and am almost to the point where it makes me sick.  

I suppress the instinct and take him in further  
his hands entangling my hair as my throat clenches around him.  

Never stopping, tongue working even now,  
I increase the pressure on him.  

And I feel it, the enthralling drink filling my mouth  
salty and sweet and needed.  

I swallow and continue suckling for a moment  
not wanting to miss a single precious drop.  

He pulls back and I let him  
despite the fact that I'll miss the feeling of him in my mouth.  

I gaze up at him and lick my lips  
the taste of him still warmly present.  

He smiles and offers his hand  
and on shaking legs I rise to meet him.  

As both of us knew he would, he turns his head away  
as I stand on my toes for a kiss, giggling slightly.  

When we lay down on our bed together  
I wrap my arms around him and intertwine our legs.  

His arm under me and gently petting the back of my hair  
I fall asleep, content.


Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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I have been having CRAZY sexual fantasies lately! Lol. This one's a rather naughty little dream I call "Nameless Love" - enjoy. *Wink*

- Nameless Love -

Your eyes sparkle with such a sinfully naughty delight,
Warming my mad heart, in the chill of winter’s night!
Your beautiful hair appears as wild as your lovely heart,
Oh darling angel, you enchant me with a seductive art.
And through the northern snow and the ice soon to fall,
My secret visions of you shall, to my mind’s eye call.
Your pretty pink lips longing for every passion’s kiss,
Promising me a hot summertime, all of boundless bliss!
If I howl madly at the moon, shall you answer in turn?
I shall hear of your call, and in passion’s flames I burn.
Sweet goddess divine, soft and gentle woman mine…
This winter may be cruelly chill, but hotly I shall pine,
For my very love’s embrace: that your arms promise.
You could stir my soul unto a poetry passing glorious!
Your eyes could undress me, and mine must oblige…
No lesser hunger, nor any greater thirst as may abide,
In our twin and fiery hearts, for each other’s longing.
We are mated in spirit, and so entwined by belonging!
Shall I thence slake your thirst and fill a hungry heart?
Mine beats as fiercely, and shall never swiftly depart,
From the pure idolatry, of my fair reverence for you!
Oh nameless beloved, you are my dreams come true.
Let winter come, let the cold storm crash on the land,
But in my mad heart, I am already holding your hand.
We are embracing, and the snow melts from the heat,
Of love’s wet ambrosia, that divine nectar so sweet!
My every passion, is your winepress, so drink deep…
And we will seize the dark night needing no idle sleep.
We have a wild storm of our own that we can make,
As true lovers do, and so fiery passion’s thirst slake!
You walk in all my dreams and grace my every fancy,
I love you nameless one, dear goddess of my destiny!
I lie upon the bed, the dark wig I wear caressing me,
You lift up my red skirts, and feel my body so skillfully…
That I sigh, and it echoes throughout our bedchamber!
Your golden blonde hair entices my so-hard member,
And you discover the only part of me that is like a man.
I giggle childishly, coquettishly, as time runs like sand!
You slide my pink bloomers down, and thereon soon,
The arts you show me of love do cause me to swoon!
I am violated willingly, in service to your Sapphic fury,
Whilst winter falls, and the snow increases its’ flurry…
Even as my hardness increases and you partake of it.
You lie atop me, mounting me as a warrior may see fit!
Conquer me, for I am the fertile land you can claim…
With arts, that blend much of pleasure, a little of pain,
And so I am conquered, you seize my banner so firm!
Our lands become one, and for our unity I did yearn…
Writhing, grinding, pounding like drums in the darkness.
Our bodies dance thusly; you claim me as a mistress…
And I claim you as mine, for we are intended to mate,
As one, until the heights of passion we may swiftly sate!
Fallen angel, is this sacred intercourse forbidden fruit?
Oh aye, it is, and I taste of it like a wanton prostitute…
Who has, for love and lust, journeyed so near and far!
Let us whore like beasts, until the stars burn and scar,
The eyes of all who would behold what we have done.
I am conquered, and I conquer; love’s battle is won…
Even as the dream ends and I wake, in sweat pouring,
From this vision of dalliance, and truly divine whoring!

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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- Goddess of Lust -

Oh, do you want me, lovely, handsome man?
I have all a woman’s beauty like none other…
And all a man’s passion, all at your command!
Do not see me as simply a sister, or a mother.
Take me, conquer me, and so make me yours!
Fight for me, make me swoon, drive me mad,
And, I will be the most skillful of holy whores.
Your heart, is wounded, your mood is sad…
But I have many skills, arts, and crafts of love!
Touch my breasts; caress my thighs longingly,
Through the silk of my pants: that I will remove.
Kiss every inch of my flesh; bring me ecstasy…
And I will let you taste of pleasures most divine.
Lick me from my ankles unto my slender neck,
Partake and enjoy, and take your sweet time…
Then let my lips suck upon your rock-hard prick!
Even as my she-prick hardens, in anticipation…
Of what you will do to me with much thrusting.
Have you fantasized about me in masturbation?
Now you claim me and I am your lover, trusting.
I bring you to your peak, and then I stand tall…
Allow you to bend me over the bed, so gentle!
I spread my legs apart, I hear your clothes fall,
And, I feel your hardness enter my rear temple.
In that instant, I am transported unto high climes!
You heave and writhe atop me making me pant,
Whilst you whisper sweet words like soft chimes…
Making me hungry for more, and oh how I want!
Soon I cry out your name, as you caress so soft.
Your kisses fall on my back like caressing rain!
You grip my hips and I feel you lifting me aloft…
Thrusting in and out with a lover’s mighty strain.
You reach your hand to stroke of my hardness,
And I am caught between two kinds of pleasure.
Is this how a god worships a wanton goddess?
I am claimed like the most prized divine treasure.
You burst inside me, and I let out a cry of joy…
Even as you bring me to climax in pure rhythm!
Do me and use me, I am your doll and your toy.
I’ve been so very naughty and I revel in my sin,
But your worship of me, our sacred prostitution…
It brings me to Heaven with the utmost perfection.
I know I am sometimes a puzzle with no solution,
But I know how to ease your throbbing erection!
I am a goddess of lust, the slut of all the angels…
Come to Earth to be enjoyed by you, lucky boy.
So when your warm passion pounds and swells,
Find solace in me for I am neither: foolish or coy.
I am a goddess of lust, and you are my idolater…
Worship in my temple, and know a darker bliss.
Pour out your heat, until naught is left to confer…
Then bring me over the edge of joy, with a kiss!

poet Anonymous

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Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
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- Sunset Longing -

As I look, and behold the setting of the sun,
I long for your strong arms around my waist!
When night has conquered, and thusly begun,
My thoughts turn to you, with wanton haste…
And I find it easy, to be easy with you darling.
I find it easy to caress myself and think of you!
Imagining your every touch and lusty fingering.
My fantasies are faithful, so faithful and true…
Faithful to you, as hunger builds in my bosom!
If the night’s air fills me, until it is inside of me,
Then how much more blessed shall I: become…
When you enter into the warmth of my body?

Every lick of my lips makes me think, of this…
Your tongue: penetrating my mouth, thrusting,
Teaching this naughty girl, the secrets of bliss!
I am an apt student, and I can be very trusting.
In your heart I trust and in your mind and soul,
Which promises me much joy that I do desire.
Make me love you, even more, past control…
Set me ablaze with a passion’s most mad fire!
A passion I feel growing inside me like a life…
So that, born from it shall be something lovely.
My existence has known much of fearful strife,
But your path uniting with mine is sweet honey.

When the week is past, let our paths be one…
Pledged to each other until time itself is fading!
Oh, beloved, what strong bond that is begun…
By us, shall grow I pray beyond all anticipating.
Though I am called witch, you weave a spell…
Over my senses, that enchants me most certain.
You enchant me, like the sound of a lovely bell,
Reaching to touch me through silken curtains…
As I tremble, readying myself for the pleasure!
Oh sweet, soft sunset, what dreams you bring,
To me, like many a sweet forbidden treasure…
And because I am in love, to the stars I’ll sing!

poet Anonymous

The Waiting Goddess

She lay sprawled on her bed  
As if her long body had collapsed there  
In agony waiting for her lover’s embrace  
 
Her legs, the color of fresh cream,  
Can be seen peeking through her black fishnet stockings  
Her bare alabaster torso wrapped in a long strand of pearls  
Forms an alluring bridge between her black lace bra and panties  
Completing her sensual ensemble  
 
Her long fingers  cup her breasts  
Emerging from her garment like two snow covered hills  
The tops of which are peaked with erect nipples, waiting to be suckled  
Appearing as two islands  
Encircled by a striking pink areola sea  
 
Her silky soft shoulders are draped off the side of the bed  
Her long neck  points downward  
And her auburn hair, like a waterfall, cascades to the floor  
 
Her eyes are closed  
And her full lips are parted  
As if she dreams of her lover’s caress  
Filling her deepest places with his passion  
And so waits the goddess  
 
By Lerd Goin 08/21/2012

Ready4Anything27
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 4th May 2012
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Fire Dance

Shadows cast high upon the wall
As we answer loves call
Amber glows dancing on our skin
Two lives begin to spin

In front of the fire we now kiss
Hearts beyond just pure bliss  
For two soul mates time now stops
As the fire cracks and pops

The heat of passion in the air
As our souls we do bare
Long awaited these two hearts meet
Souls feeling so complete

Fingers trace shadows as they dance
Thoughts are lost in loves trance
A subtle kiss upon your breast
Takes the air from your chest

Hands caressing with one desire
To unleash passions fire
Aphrodite guiding my hands
Down to your fertile lands

Tides of lust now begin to flow
As my fingers work slow
Easing deep in beyond your lips
You start to thrust your hips

Your hands once resting on my neck
Slowly down they now trek
Passing my stomach without haste
You grasp below my waist

My shaft now sliding in your grip
To your knees you now slip
Open wide you take me deep in
Lips hold tight on my skin

With every stroke you deliver
Love flows like a river
Getting to the point I can’t stop
You enjoy every drop

Ready4Anything27
Twisted Dreamer
United States
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Upon Your Saddle

Dark brown hair hanging free
Beauty personified in thee
Staring into your eyes
I see deep to where your soul lies

Your lips moist from a kiss
As I slide in your tight abyss
Your body in motion
Mind in a trance from lusts potion

My firm hands grasp your breast
You ride harder per my request
Slamming down with sheer force
I’m your Tennessee walking horse

Gliding on your saddle
Performing the perfect straddle
You slow to an idle
Hands grip my chest like a bridle

Your muscles now tighten
As you ride your personal titan
Moans come without control
Pleasing you my personal goal

Ready4Anything27
Twisted Dreamer
United States
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Bent over as if by design
Your ass is fine as wine
Tits dangle and swing in motion
Lust our one emotion

My firm strong hands run up your back
As your massage my sac
I thrust harder with great desire
One smack sets you on fire

Ass red, and shaped like my right hand
Your ass carries my brand
Pulling out right before I blow
In your ass I now go

Pulling your hair clinched in my fist
Harder you now insist
With three hard final jarring thrusts
My control now busts

Your ass now full of my warm cum
You collapse fully numb
Legs tingling and now simply gone
Your mind blank and withdrawn

Yudhajeet_Sinha_09
Yudi
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           The Woman With Golden Breasts
       

The moon is shining brightly on your face,
And queerly you are glowing in spite of all the darkness,
I set forth to be natural,
And am pulling at the strings of your dress.
And am left dazzled,to find
You are the woman with GOLDEN BREASTS !

They are shining bright, fading all the darkness
of my life.
I am taking the black tip of your chest
between my lips,
I am sucking them like a thirsty bee
Who sucks nectar from the rose.
And my fingers bled as I am
feeling the thorns between your legs !
They are going deep inside
Like a fountain that jumps to unknown depths,
But my lips couldn't taste the blood,
For they are sucking
The woman with GOLDEN BREASTS....

I am drinking out all the griefs from our heart,
And at the same time,quenching my thirst.
Your moans of pleasure is sounding like hymns from Apollo's cords.

I can feel I am getting stiffer,
So I went inside the 'Craving Cave',
So I could feel whats inside your heart
And smell the colour of red.

The warmth of your body is bringing out
The buried desires and pains,
And I am heaving up and down
Waiting.....

Finally ,the volcano erupted inside you
Flowing you with white,yet hot, lava,
That, for very long, did rest.

But still my lips are clinging to you
You queen of spicy, sour, and sweet taste!
The woman with GOLDEN BREASTS !

siphondarkness
Levi
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The spell’s mist wove through the windows of Tara’s apartment. The mist smelled sweet, with heat. I cussed; it was a lust spell.
I tried to verbally warn Tara, but it had already hit me and the fight for control began. She was hit as well, and she walked over and started to rub my growing bulge, causing me to groan. We both had wanted this before, and now the lust spell took away all fear. No, not like this, but it was too late, I was already under. I had no control; I could only observe with my five senses.
Her fingers quickly undone my belt and worked their way into my jeans. She was only toying with me. The feeling was good; the lust spell magnified it. She unzipped my fly, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled my boxers down with the jeans. The slow way she went about everything was close to torture. I wanted to rush things. The spell was eating away at the last remains of my self-control, but my control was stronger than it was perceived to be.
I watched, almost mesmerized, as her tongue snaked out from her mouth and licked the head of my dick in a tease, and then she took my cock into her mouth. She pumped back and forth, both with her hand and her wicked mouth, sending me into a small euphoric pleasure. I brushed the hair out of her face as she sucked my long package. The way she looked up at me was like sin on its own. She was beautiful, amazing.
The spell’s second wave hit me and I pulled her up into a kiss; one of pure lust and built up desire. I stepped out of my jeans and boxers and playfully pushed her onto the bed, enjoying that wicked smile she flashed up at me.
Slowly, I pulled off her yoga pants and playfully smacked her perfect ass. I brought out the condom I'd had in my wallet and put it on as she pulled off her top and bra, revealing perfect and very giving breasts.
I pulled her up and kissed her, starting with her now kiss-swollen and soft lips down to jaw where I lightly grazed her with my teeth and on down to her neck, where I marked her mine visibly. From there, I went down again. This time to her breasts, playfully biting along the way, nearly smiling at the way she arched closer and her breath caught as I swirled my tongue over her nipple, raking my teeth over it as well.
I kissed on down to her clit, and playing nipped at the top of it. She moaned; she liked it. I started to kiss her wet pussy, pushing my tongue inside her and moving it around. Then I kissed the top again, and my middle and forefingers entered her. I touched her g-spot and heard her softly scream. I moved my hand and tongue in sync with one another, giving her immense pleasure.
“Nathaniel,” Tara moaned. Oh, yeah, she liked this. She liked this a lot.
“Shh, baby. Let me take care of you. Let me make you feel good.” I turned her around and angled her ass up just enough, kissing her neck as I did so.
I entered her, dominating her, and she gasped as my cock was fully pushed inside her tight, wet pussy.
Damn, she felt good. Her hips flexed and she tried to get even closer to me—so greedy.
I lay against her, my chest to her back. Her hands curled into the sheets on the bed and her back arched.
Tara moaned as I began thrusting in hard, long thrusts. Her moans turned into screams as I penetrated her farther, and hit the perfect spot. Her body arched to my deft movements.
After pulling out and lying down on the bed, she decided it was her turn to take the reins.
Tara lowered herself onto me and went all the way down to my hips, taking all eight and a half inches of my hard dick inside her. Then, she started to bounce on it. It felt fucking amazing. Now this, this was torture. I wanted to take control, but I wanted her to have what she needed, what she wanted.
I knew we both were close—I couldn't do it anymore; screw control. I turned her over and took over for her. I kissed her neck, and then I started to softly bite it as the Ecstasy feeling expanded.
With one final thrust that made her scream at the top of her lungs, we both came in complete euphoria. Her body went limp and she lay there underneath my larger, harder body panting, staring up at me.

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