AFTERNOON: "Ravaged"
The moment my throbbing cock pushed up into her pulsating insides, I thought my heart actually stopped pounding for a while. She was tight like nothing I'd ever felt before; the friction was overwhelming in the extreme. She slowed down the pace for a few moments, likely seeing the blood run from my face and the desire darkening in my eyes. Her tits juggling arrhythmically up in front of me, I let her go in control for just now, allowing the arousal and the ferocity to grow inside me.
When I say "a while", it was likely no more than twenty seconds, but it felt longer. Moaning, she dropped her hands down to her ass as if to add to the sensations of getting fucked. The expression on her face blended angelic delight with a devilish wickedness, quickly giving rise to predominantly the devil's bit. We were picking up speed and her hips fell down on my more harshly. My large hands soon replaced her on her butt before sliding up stroking her back fiercely. My taut-skinned balls were slapping loudly against her skin and her moaning was growing in intensity and shamelessness. We were now somehow getting more aggressive and yet more rhythmical. Her tits seemed to be getting tighter and harder, and I loved that the cum from before was still glistening there.
An animal in me was rising now that we found a unified tempo, my thrusts up meeting with almost perfect timing her dropping her hips; practically unawares, my hands flung down a harsh slap on her ass cheeks. It just spurred her on: she rested her hands on my bent up knees and parted her lips morphing into a siren-like image. The bed and the headboard were both wobbling under our unruly bodies. She put her ass into a circular motion, creating an almost unfathomable amount of friction while pushing her tits closer to me, her entire figure feral and savage.
Fuck no! I needed to control! This was getting too much and I needed her to be on the receiving end. Decisively and aggressively, I rose up, pushed her on her back and in an instant found myself between her thighs - the cock never left her body. Instantly able to fuck her harder by just moving my hips faster, I wrapped one of my hands round her throat, applying just enough pressure to make create the impression of arousing danger for her. My face was inches away from hers. She gave in to the sensations of her cunt being methodically rammed into, panting through her half-open lips. Mercilessly and brutally, I launched a long attack on her, ripping through that young flowing hole, stretching her open. For a good while, only her moaning, the creaking of the bed and the slaps of my balls could be heard.
When the filthy bitch found her clit with her hand, clearly begging for more, we got her more and even harder. She pulled up her ass so that I could now pump into her from higher up with longer strokes possible. She wheezed out "Oh God!!" several times, despite my hand still over her neck. Every one of my powerful thrusts pushed her now slightly around the bed. With every shove, her tight, whoring cunt clenched around me feeling like it was her first time and she's never been fucked before. I would've grabbed, squeezed and sucked those tasty tits gyrating erratically in front of me but I needed to hold her tight to deliver the thrusts. The viciousness of this moment was unprecedented.
Bit by bit, with every thrust, she was being shifted along the sheets towards the edge of the bed. Now with her head over the edge, her long hair was sweeping the floor and she was yelling and moaning loudly towards the ceiling. I kept ramming in and finally managed to grab those tits and squeeze them hard in my full hands. Driven to complete insanity by the slut, I landed fierce slaps on those hard tits, only driving her wilder in response.
In the midst of all this, it wasn't just the sensation of her young soaking tender wet flesh torn through without abandon and the seductive fire around my dick that aroused me to no end. It was the rush that I got from being in completely control, treating her cunt like my property and the pretty little thing being more than willing to be one. And, of course, her being as supple, slender and young as she was.