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Her hunger was all consuming and poured out in that kiss. Within seconds his erection was pressing against her thigh. She kept that kiss going for a long time, and nearly came from the intensity of it. Even unwiling his mouth was incredible, and she became hungry to feel it on her body. She moved her chin against his lips and felt him obediantly work his mouth on her. Her legs straddled him, and his hardon knocked against her flimsy, wet panties. She slid up his body until her breast were over his face, and through the catsuit, she made him suck her nipples. "Oh god, what a mouth!!!", she thought, and she peeled back the sheer material, plopping her breast onto his mouth and feeling his licks, and nibbles right down to her toes. She lay there, moaning; guiding his head with her hands as he suckled her breasts one at a time. Unable to contain herself, she suddenly sat up, and straddled his face, pressing her wet panties against his mouth. "Eat me, boy!!!", she commanded. Not waiting she locked her fingers into his hair and rubbed her heat into his nose and mouth. She unlaced the panties and pulled them off, and then sat just above his mouth. "Stick out your tongue as far as you can." His pink tongue emerged, and she lowered herself, slightly sliding over it so it penetrated her folds to her clit. She slid over and over, across his tongue, and then sat full upon it, feeling it penetrate her until his nose was buried agaisnt her clit. She slid all over his tongue and nose, fucking his face for what felt like an hour or more, having cum several times. His face was covered with her juices, and when she lifted from it, he was gasping for breath. He'd nearly suffocated several times as she engulfed his face with her pussy. She wiped his face with a cloth, and slid back onto his lap, noting that he was still hard. She wiggled her opening over him until her folds devoured his shaft, and she rode him mercilessly. After she'd come several more times, she removed herself, and dried herself off. She peeled off the catsuit, and once again straddled him. There would be no blows for him. She was serving herself here, and now she wanted a nice slow screw. She wrapped her hand around his cock and jerked him back to hardness, then sat upon him. She lay down wrapping her arms around his body and laying her legs to the sides of his, and she raped him slowly and sweetly. Humping and grinding against him with the sensuous movements of a lover. She wanted to make him cum now. She wanted to feel his juices shoot into her. Glancing at the clock she realised that she'd been fucking him for hours and he hadn't cum yet.
He was holding it. It had to be. Alright, then lets see how long he could hold out. She had aallll night. She writhed and undulated against his body, truly savoring this rape. It was what she had fantasized and planned, and now that she had him she was lovin every second. She kept her eyes open as she fucked and kissed him, gazing into his eyes. She commanded him to keep his eyes open, wanting him to watch her take him. She used her entire body to make love to him. Every inch of her, caressed him wherever they touched, as her hungry hands roamed over him, petting his shoulders, pinching his nipples, stroking his sides or squeezing and holding onto his ass. Even more of a turn on was watching his face going through so many different expressions. One moment he would be in ecstacy, unable to hide his pleasure; then he would catch himself and his eye's would grow hard, boring into her. At moments like that her kisses would become softer, slower and deeper. She would moan into his mouth as her body caressed his, running her fingers through his hair, and slowly raising and lowering her hips until his eye's began to flutter closed. At those times she was sure he was ready to cum, but then again he would catch himself and his resistance would begin again.
"You know you're loving every second of this.", said in her silkiest voice. "Stop holding yourself". Let go." The sound of her voice combined with her slow rape nearly drove him over the edge, and she was rewarded by a surprisingly loud moan from his mouth. There was an edge of despair to that moan, and she knew it was his will, on the verge of breaking. |
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