Mercer’s weight on my back is delightful as he impales me deeply and pokes through into my womb. My God, the sensation is one of being fully claimed!
He holds my squashed breasts in his hands feeling their swollen weight and kisses the back of my neck and shoulders. I soak his cock and balls with my intimate, homemade perfume.
I groan and then he whispers words of worship, causing my inner goddess to do cartwheels of joy, “You are the best I've ever had.”
Then in contrast to his tender kisses, he proceeds to fuck me like a piston. I groan to his rhythm as my body is stretched around his sliding cock. I push back, wanting him to take all of his offering.
He slows and gropes my buttocks, building my excitement and whispers, “Let's try something else!”
He disengages and lifts me with ease, turning me round to face him. His strong body and arms can handle me without effort. He lowers me as I guide his penis, using my hand, inside once more. I wrap my legs around his hips, to use them for leverage to bounce up and down, slow at first. My own body weight causes me to sink low on to him, gasping at his size. My arms are round his neck, helping to balance and to bounce high on his cock. My breasts are crushed and drag up and down his chest and face, in my slow movements. Then I start to move with more speed.
I kiss his mouth and shut my eyes to enjoy him. My mouth is open to breathe enough oxygen in my exertions. The sensations are exquisite. My sex and clitoris scrape against his pubic area and that tantalising hair line below his belly button. The stimulation is incredible. I begin to move faster, upping the tempo till I am crazed and energised in my need.
Mercer widens his stance and helps the rhythm with his hands on my waist. He repeatedly catches and looses my tits as they tease near his mouth. He is irresistibly mind blowing!
I ride him, two handed, like a powerful and strong bull at a rodeo, my hair flailing around us, both our bodies breaking out in a sheen of sweat.
I feel my excitement build. The effect is electric. I grunt and mewl, and my hips make the most lewd and obscene humping actions against Mercer’s plunging cock. The soft skin of my tummy clenches in spasms of raw feminine hunger.
Then I topple over that sexual cliff, diving into a sea of spasming and rippling waves. I scream his name in awe of the moment “Mercccc er rrrrrrrrrrr” It seems to go on forever.
Mercer cries out too as my excitement calls to his, grabbing it by the hand and pulling him over with me. He roars as he shoots his seed deep into my vagina, filling me with his glorious produce.
Twitches, jerks and shakes erupt and a red flush breaks out all over our bodies. I slow down in my ecstatic state and slump on to Mercer’s chest, resting my arms and head on his shoulders. My pussy sends pulsing shock waves along his cock, still buried inside me and now glazed with precious orgasmic juices. My inner thighs shake around him.
He holds me dear, letting me gather my thoughts and lowers me to sit on the edge of the pool table. He fucks slow and tender, gently circling and thrusting his hips. We are both breathing hard. He pulls my head back and kisses me deeply. His lips are gentle and seductive, yet demanding and as he ends the kiss, he whispers, “Suck my cock again,”
I only want to please this wonderful man who’s giving me such pleasure and willingly sink to my knees, to worship his glistening cock.
I take him in my hand, grip him firm in my fist and masturbate him. He is softer following his release but he soon becomes interested again as I kiss him.
I can smell the aromatic mix of our union. I move my lips to his crown and push my lips over the top, sucking him and tasting the tangy, creamy essence of our coupling. It tempts my taste buds and I lick his length for more, feeling him grow firmer.
