and now, something different...
Her fist in his hair... the long dark strands griped tightly in her fingers as he pumps above her, fucking her into oblivion. The light from outside is difused by the black out curtains, she can see the edges of him, as if he's highlighted in a Sin City comic.
She shudders as her legs tighten around his waist, her fingers score his back. She wants more...
Using her thighs she forces him off, straddling him as he rolls to his back and his hands grab her hips. She slows it down taking long drawn out glides off his cock before slaming herself back down his length. She watches as his head falls back deeper into the pillow and his eyes roll back.
She uses him for her pleasure...
Her hands slide over her own stomach, up her to cup her large bouncing breasts as she picks up the pace, her strong legs all she needs to ride him in a gallop.
He grits his teeth as his fingers dig into her hips. He wants to cum, but shes not done yet. She wants more...
Her body shivers and shakes as she draws more from him, she grinds herself at his base, sucking his pleasure and his energy for her own. Fueling her passions. With a wicked grin she leans forward and licks at his right nipple and he gasps. She sucks and plays slowly moving her hips in a circle, clenching and releasing her inner muscles around his tortured penis.
She moves to the left nipple and teases it with her teeth, running her fingers along the side of his body, gently, barely touching, she knows it drives him wild, and his back arching off the bed lifting her proves it. She wants more...
Sitting back up she leans back resting her hands on his thighs and slowly, torturing both of them, rises and then slowly lowers back down drawing the head along that inner spot that strains every pleasure center inside of her and she bites her own lip at the near pain shooting through her.
Her orgasm dosn't come, she doesn't want it to, not yet. She wants more first...
She reaches down and twists his nipple as she starts to rock her hips back and forth, grinding and feeling the head smack inside over and over, faster and faster. Her muscles tighten around him and he grip so tight, leaves little half moon circles on the sides of her hips, three of them starting to gently bleed around his nails. She wants more...
As her orgasm nears, her head falls back, her back arches and her arms hang at her sides. Her body thrusts against his, her hands up to her hair and her center bursts. Her juices run down over his sack and she cries out, falling foward, proping herself up with her hands on his chest. Her head down, eyes closed, hes still hard inside her.
His grip becomes gentle as he waits for her to come too. His breathing becomes measured. Her eyes open, her hair hangs down around her head, blocking her view of him. His hands slowly, gently run up her body, drawing out a small shiver from inside her senstive skin.
He circles her breasts and rubs her shoulders...
His finger nails skim over her neck and up her check...
He gently brushes her hair back, tucking it behind her ear; but they keep going, combing back to the nape of her neck where he fists the long long hair and jerks her head back. She sees the glint in his eyes. She knows...