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EXPLICIT CONTENT: Do Not Read If You Are Holier Than Thou
NOTE: This is a continuation of the story Panties On The Floor (if you didn’t read it, make sure you check it out before continuing with this one.)
Gloria and I can’t let go of each other. Our hands are committed to exploring acres of skin. In the midst of the body appreciation, I look down at the carpet on the floor. It’s red, neat and clean with plenty of cotton fur. I think of fucking her there but she is eager to go to the bed. ‘‘It can wait. I’ll get to that in a few’’ I tell myself. After all, we have all the time we need. We march to the bed and I am first to sit on the edge. I already have a condom pack on my hand. I made sure to take one from the pocket of my jeans soon after we got naked. So I tear it, before pulling out the CD out and wearing it. She comes on top of me, straddling me.
My free hand moves from her chin to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as I pull her head back. My muscles ripple and tense as I find the perfect aim against her wet, throbbing pussy. I lock eyes with her as my iron-hard dick presses firmly into the mound of her sex. The flesh there is so sensitive. Her clit is throbbing, the feel of her moisture easing from her vagina makes my member slide in easily. She moans in approval. Her vaginal walls clench, giving me a warm welcome into her feminine cores.
Releasing her hair, my palm caresses down her back, to her side, before moving in a determined stroke to the ripe curve of her breast. There, my thumb presses the tight, hard tip of her breast. The rasp of my fingertip sends hot arcs of sensation surging from the nipple straight to the clenched, tension-filled area of her abdomen.
My Luhya manhood has filled every available space her punani can provide and as I begin stroking, the pitch of her screams grows. Her body gets conquered with such a rush of volatile pleasure that she can’t help but ask for more.
Each time I thrust, she also pushes her hips regions to meet me. If pleasure had been a rush of pure, adrenaline-laced heat flooding our veins when we started, it’s now rocket fuel rushing through our systems.
Gloria’s clit isn’t just throbbing now, it is aching, wanting this to go on forever. Her nipples aren’t just erect, but so swollen, so blazingly sensitive that the scrape of my thumb over the tight peaks is nearly too much to bear.
When I lick her neck, a shaky moan leaves her lips and her lashes flutter open. Heat sears her nerve endings as a chill races over her flesh, raising goose bumps along her arms. She shudders uncontrollably in my hold. She is panting, desperate for air, as our waists keep thrusting forward to enable a clash of private parts and a boom of sweetness.
.My right hand grabs a whole boob now, the lush curves to my waiting hand.. She arches against me helplessly, a mewling little whimper leaving her lips. The thrusts continue and her arms latch around my neck. I go back for the kiss. My lips slant across hers, my tongue sinking inside the hot silken depths of her mouth as she meets it immediately with her own. Pleasure tears past our control.
Inside her, my cock is stiffer than it has ever been, the engorged head pulsing, throbbing desperately. I break the kiss and move my head to the breast I was holding. I wanna torture it because I have realized it’s her most sensitive one. I grip her nipple with my teeth, tugging at it and feeling the echo of sensation lashing with brutal ecstasy at her delicate body.
Her hips lift again, the heat of her pussy, the delicate scent of it driving even mightier spikes of hunger through me. Heat pours from her. Her juices are saturating her vagina and my cock. She grabs my shoulders firmly, her head tilting back, her hips rocking against mine as I now withdraw my cock a little to rub it against her pussy lips.
“Oh beby….I am gonna cum,” Gloria shouts out of nowhere.
And without warning, she explodes. Her heart pounds, pleasure coursing through her with a power that sends terror racing through her. Her eyes darken as cream spills copiously between her thighs. Her punani tightens with a hard clench of need and her body nearly explodes into tiny bits. I didn’t even see her cum coming.
But I am far off from coming myself so I take this is an opportunity to lay her down on that carpet and fuck her there. Wicked sparks of excitement flush in those electric eyes of hers as I gently place her on the floor and come above her. Cream from her orgasm continues rushing from her vagina as the sensitive inner flesh begins to ache for my touch again.
Her lips parting for me as I begin taking fresh, deep kisses from her. My Luhya manhood moves back to the region between her thighs, teasing her mound, before slowly sinking back in. I start pumping in short, erotic strokes that have her breath catching.
She tastes so good. So sweet. Strangled cries of pleasure tear from her. My dick strokes from her deepest depths and back to the entrance of her vagina then back again. Stroking, rubbing at each, sending waves of need clashing through her senses as her hips arched, her body begging for more.
Each stroke of my penis tightens the pleasure building in her womb, in the tight throb of her clit and the ache in her pussy. She can feel it, like a band tightening between those pleasure points, stretching tighter, the need for more growing with each second.
“Phillip,” she moans, though whether in protest or plea I have no idea. “Please . . .”
She has no idea what she is begging for, what her body is burning for. This is addictive and brutally ecstatic. With each stroke, her hips lift to me, begging for more, aching to be fucked deeper, harder.
Pulling back from the narrow entrance to her vagina, my dick circles her clit, the firm, rubbing caress sending a shower of pure pleasure arcing through her body. The swollen bud throbs, the ache tightening and she feels a building wave of sensation threatening to burst through her.
“Aki you are such a good fucker…”she tells me.
I have never had a girl tell me that while I am having sex with her. They always say it later when we are resting or after they have left. They just text me. But Gloria can’t hold back her compliments. I wonder what she will say after 8 rounds of pure non-stop fucking.
Her hips keep lifting to me, eager for more as the head pokes at the tiny bundle of nerve endings, stroking them, keeping her hovering on a pinnacle that becomes sharper by the second.
“Look me deep in the eyes Gloria,” I growl, the rough rumble of demand rasping from my chest as her eyes opened for me. Her fingers now clench on the fibers of the carpet.
Dazed, unable to fight past the waves of sizzling sensation building in her canal, she opens her eyes, her gaze locking with mine. She no longer has control of her own body. She is at my mercy now. Her hair is a wild tumble on the carpet and her face is glowing,
“Oh beby”, she gasp as she puts her lisp against my ear, whispering my name over and over, like a chant, a song, or a prayer.
She is quite an instrument to play, so finely tuned, and whenever I touch her right, she makes the most glorious sounds — raw, intense, absolutely delicious noises of pleasure
Her thighs tighten, as her image in my mind becomes hazy due to the excessive sweetness I am feeling. She stares up at me, the lashing, heated waves of pleasure growing, becoming hotter, brighter.
Gloria’s hips are now jerking beneath my stroking dick, her juices spilling from the wings of her labia again, a wash of rapturous moisture weeping from her as her pupils dilate and a cry of agonized pleasure tears her apart at the seams. There is nothing she can do but stare up at me, so dazed, so lost within the clash of sensations, pleasure and need. Words can’t even come out of her mouth now.
I ease back to lick her leg, only to return, rocking against her, inside her, stretching her and burning her with a pleasure that makes her hands now shoot to my back and her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Don’t stop,” she now manages to whisper, running her tongue over her dry lips as she shifts experimentally against me, a heavy coo of pleasure escaping her lips at the throb of my cock against her inner flesh.
I press deeper inside her, that feeling of fullness intensifying, heating until she is lifting her hips higher, desperate to take all of me. Each time I pull back, easing the burning stretch and ecstasy of the pleasure building inside her, her breath catches, protest rising inside her.
I pull out and turn her over so she is on her toes in a doggy position. I then part her butt cheeks and power inside her again, deeper, fuller. Her world shrinks, narrowed, consisting of nothing but the pleasure crowding her senses, the sensations racing through her, building atop each other as my hips begin to move faster, harder.
I thrust inside her with heavy strokes that keep her senses shocked and stunned with the alternate pulses of pleasure, fire and fullness. Writhing beneath me, she screams, the feel of my pelvis stroking the ultra sensitive bud of her clit as the flared head of my Luhya manhood stretches her inner muscles. It strokes and discovers nerve endings she hadn’t known she possessed.
Thirty minutes in, a storm of sensation explodes through me. It flares through me, blinding heat followed by flames of ecstasy licking over every nerve ending, stroking and caressing some internal trigger before setting it off and sending clashing rapture reverberating through my senses.
Gloria’s vagina tightens on my cock as she feels the heavy throb, a thickening of the already wide stem and that first, heated pulse of my release jetting into the condom.
As I cum, my hands go on to cover the aching points of her nipples. Covering one painfully hard tip, my palm curls around it, rubbbing through it. Lava-hot pleasure weeds inside her as I pump my last strokes.
“I’m coming again….I am coming,” she declares just as my sperm is subsiding.
Electric heat zips from the tortured tip of her breast to strike at her womb, clenching it furiously before racing to her clit and swelling the little bud tighter. Finally, release rips through her like a vicious storm, shaking her from her head to her toes, pouring through her senses with a downpour of rapture that rains through her entire body.
Cream trickles out of her vagina and down her sexy legs before going to the carpet. She has no strength left. She collapses on the carpet and I follow her down, covering her with my hands. She is breathing heavily, staring at me in wonder. Trying to figure out how one man can have so much skill.
If only she knew that I am not even done with her. Next, I am taking her to the bathtub.
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