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The heat of my body meets the chill in hers before it sinks to that core of lava-hot arousal simmering and growing inside her. A hard, involuntary breath pushes her breasts against my chest while I pull her even closer with my hand at her hip.
My touch firm, grips the silk of Sylvia’s yellow top and pulls it from the belted band of her skirt but not off her body. Pressing my fingers beneath the material, my palm strokes up her spine, sending a shiver raging across her flesh. Sweet pleasure flares from each point of contact.
My breathing is heavier now, my tone rougher, rasping as my head lowers, my lips brushing down her neck, the wet heat of my tongue licking against her flesh.
Tilting her head to the side, Sylvia all but begs for more. Just that one careless caress against her neck is enough to send a spike of sensation racing through her nerve endings and peaking in her swollen clit and the clenched, saturated depths of her vagina.
Her hips move involuntarily, rubbing the sensitive nub of her clit against the hard muscle of my thigh. My lips linger at the base of her neck, my cheek rubbing against the sensitive flesh of her inner shoulder. Each stroke of the wet heat of my tongue against her skin has her body tightening further. Pleasure and a violent need for more begin to amass in her system
“You know I always masturbate to your tales. I am addicted to masturbation, because of you.” she whispers, the words tearing from her as her fingers move restlessly over my shoulders,
“I always imagine ni wewe unanifuck. And by the way I alsmost never hollad at you. Nlidhani utanilenga. But I’m glad you responded well. ” She adds.
“Ndio huyu mimi sasa, “ I growl as my teeth rake across tender nerve endings at the curve between neck and shoulder.
Lifting my head, I meet her gaze with mine, the brightness in her eyes looking like stars on a midnight background. Gripping the hem of her top, I yank it up.
Lifting her arms, Sylvia forces back a whimper as the erotic intensity begins to build, the heat charging nerve endings she hadn’t known her body possessed. The yellow top flutters to the floor as my hand moves to the small button and zipper at the side of her skirt. Within seconds, it too slides to the floor, leaving her clad only in the lacy white bra, matching lace panties and nude stockings she’d worn beneath along with green, three-inch heels.
I pull up my t-shirt, my gaze never leaving the sight of her. As I jerk it over my lean, well-muscled stomach, Sylvia’s hands go to the belt of my jeans, fumbling, shaking as she releases it and pushes it aside from the metal tab.
As the metal tab and zipper give way beneath her fingers, Sylvia breathes out in shock at the heavy width and weight of the erection. Lifting her gaze to my face, she slowly shakes her head.
“There’s no way.” She has to swallow past the dryness that attacks her mouth, but her lips still twitch in a vein of amusement.
“My God, Etemesi, that’s simply not going to fit. I am always too tight.” She declares as she looks amused by the size.
“Oh, I don’t think we’re going to have a problem with the fit,” I assure her. “The problem will be stopping once I get inside you.”
“But nakushow I am too tight…..that’s why I never even have sex with guys sana. And I can’t even use two fingers nikimasturbate. It’s painful so I have to use one. So sioni kama………..”
Before she finishes talking, I swing her up into my arms.
“What are you doing?” She yells. Surprise has her locking her arms around my neck.
“You’re killing me here,” I growl as I stride to the bedroom. “If I don’t get you to the bedroom, I’m going to end up fucking you on the sitting room floor.”
Oh God. She holds her breath, forcing herself to hold on to her control.
Reaching the bedroom, rather than placing her on the bed, I return her to her feet next to it, one hand cupping her cheek as my head lowers, my lips taking hers once again. One hand slides around her hip to the curve of her buttocks. She rubs against my thigh, grinding the swollen bud of her clit against the hard muscle. It is so good. She wants to cry with the pleasure of it tearing through her.
Blood thunders through her body, pounding torturously at her clit, her juices gathering along the folds of her presumably tight punani, sensitizing it further. Small, mewling little cries leave her lips, her arms tightening around my neck, her fingers spearing into my hair.
Moving my hand from her cheek, it smoothes along her neck, her shoulder, between her breasts. Her bra loosens, the delicate lace cups separating before I push one back from her juicy ripe breast.
I cup my palm around the under curve and lift my lips from hers. Tipping her head back, she forces her lashes open, staring up at me with dazed pleasure as my thumb rakes over a nipple and my lips move steadily closer to the rigid peak.
“Etemesi.” The whimper of my name has me pausing.
It is only a pause. It only lasts long enough for her to find herself flat on her back across the bed, staring up at me in surprise.
In one second flat I shed my jeans and move over her. Bracing myself with one hand, I hook a finger on the band of her panties. With a quick jerk, I rip the delicate lace from her hips.
Her gasp of shock is followed by a tumultuous cry as in the next breath I have her thighs spread and my hand reaching out for a condom pack placed on a stool nearby. I wear the CD but I don’t enter her yet. I use the head pf my ‘D’ to rake through the swollen lips of her pussy, sliding around the tortured ache of her clit.
“Woiii……Aki what are you doing to me?” The strangled cry is filled with an agonizing need for release. Sylvia’s hips lift and shake as her orgasm remains just out of reach. What many people don’t know is that you can drive a girl insane by just by rubbing the head of your dick on her pussy lips, teasing but not entering. Some women even cum through that.
Each fiery brush of my Luhya manhood against the oversensitized bundle of nerves has her screaming breathlessly, her hips jerking, driving the overheated flesh harder against the head as she begs for release.
“Please.” She tightens her fingers on the sheets and lifts her hips as a strangled cry of aroused excitement leaves her lips when my hands clamp on her thighs, holding them open, holding her still.
“Damn you, Etemesi, damn you. Fuck me. Oh God, please make me come, Etemesi.”
The beast she releases at that point, she isn’t certain if she should be terrified of, or if she should revel in the primitive hunger of the animal that comes over her.
She lifts her hips and glances down at the dark width of the heavy erection tucking between the folds of her pussy. She trembles beneath me, her hands clamping to my powerful forearms as an electric tingle begins to emanate through the inner flesh.
“Si unataka nikufuck. Acha nikufuck.” The sound of my voice is a rough, sensual rasp.
Then I press forward.
The burn of the erotic stretch has her breath catching, because the pleasure of it is incredible. Sensual. As the pleasure begins to give way to a hint of discomfort, I pause again. The width of the wide cock is barely inside her, throbbing, heated.
The inner tissue flutters around my iron-hard dick as she struggles to accept, to adjust to the invasion. Slowly I sink inside the inner muscles of her pussy, easing it, heating it.
Shuddering, she stares up at me, gasping, fighting to breathe as I sink deeper inside her. Heat begins to bloom through her body. The stretching of her inner flesh, the slow pleasure of each bold inch of my cock filling her, has her body humming with such nearing ecstasy that she is crying out with the intensity of it.
The sensation is ecstatic. The grip of her pussy is tightening to the point that I swear I would have to fight to hold back my release. She is indeed tighter than a billionaire’s schedule.
Sensitive vaginal tissue ripples along the head of my cock, caressing it then tightening again. Her legs wrap around my hips, her short little nails piercing my back.
She is killing me.
“Etemesi….napenda. Don’t stop,” she cries as though I am the only anchor in her world. I’ve lost count of the number of times she has screamed out my name.
She moves with the trusting flow and moans like flames are licking over her body. The brush of my chest against her nipples as I lower myself against her, the feel of my erection pounding inside her, creating a friction that sends sparks of never-ending sensation racing through every erogenous point of her body is destroying her.
She keeps moving against me, her hips lifting, grinding into mine, feeling every inch of the heavy, thick spear penetrating her. Each stroke inside her seems to tighten her further. Her vagina ripples in steady pulses over my Luhya manhood,
Her clit becomes more swollen, more sensitive with each stroke of my dick against it. Sensation is like a kaleidoscope of color blazing through her senses until the world seems to dismantle into a rupture.
I keep shagging, alternating between gentle and hard strokes for several minutes until ecstasy pours through her in an orgasm she knew she would die if she didn’t have again. It explodes with a force that steals her breath and sends a keening cry spilling from her lips.
My teeth bite into her shoulder where it bends to meet her neck, the feel of the sharp incisors piercing her skin, barely felt by her, as her own teeth bite into the hard muscle of my chest.
I shag her harder, pounding into her, driving her higher even as she shakes and shudders through her release. Only to find that ecstasy could come again.
Swiftly, with one last powerful thrust inside her, I feel the first blast of my release jetting into the CD.
As I cum, I stretch her further, revealing nerve endings she hadn’t expected. The throb of the hardened knot against such oversensitive tissue sends her hurtling higher, throwing her harder into a maelstrom of sensation that wipes all reality from her senses.
She is pure bliss and joy, pure pleasure. A second orgasm rips through her, detonating with a force that would have left her screaming if she’d had the breath to do so.
All she can do is hold on. Her bite against my chest tightens, her nails dig into my forearms, her body shakes, shuddering with such force that tears began to ease from her eyes.
In the midst of it, hurtling through a wonderland of ecstasy, she looks down towards her pussy and she is shocked. Shocked to see how much female fluid she has spilled. Amazed at how my monster has managed to dominate her tiny tunnel and leave it sore.
As the violence of her release begins to ease, the shudders turning to ripples of sensation, Sylvia loses the strength to bite me. Releasing me, she falls back to the pillow, hands sliding down my arms as she collapses, exhausted, both mentally and emotionally complete in a way she had never dreamed possible.
“If you give me that dick more often, sitawai masturbate tena,” she whispers.
“Hmmm… but tuliagree itakua one time thing,”
“Yea I know. But I want that dick again and again. Please.“, Sylvia says.
‘’Sawa..tutaona.”
I tell her I can’t promise but will look into the matter. It’s interesting how a woman who just sent me a DM on Instagram a few days ago saying how my tales drove her crazy is now addicted to me.
But she’s so fine and sweet, so we’ll see.
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