extreme_hetro_sex
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Ethan didn’t want to stop. He realized Dahlia was on the brink of another intense orgasm. He just wanted her to cum around his moving fingers. His thumb was working hard on her swollen clit. His crooked fingers were moving quickly. His fingertips were rubbing her G spot. He abandoned the circular motion. It was quick in and out motion with occasional rub of her G spot.
It was a mess around his fingers. Dahlia’s love juice was flowing freely from her wet pussy. Her nether region was all pink and wet. Her moans and grunts were filling the atmosphere of the room. Ethan was finger-fucking her pussy like a possessed man. His face was inches away from her pussy. He could smell her arousal. The scent of her love juice was extremely arousing. His dick was resurrected by her body language and moans.
Ethan’s mind was under Dahlia’s spell. Every rational thought was evaporated. He was living and enjoying the moment. The past and the future were blurred. Only thing mattered for him was her orgasm. He wanted her to cum like an obedient pet. He wanted her to feel the helpless against her own carnal desire. He wished she would feel ashamed when she would remember these events.
Ethan felt the grip of Dahlia’s legs tightened around his neck. She was trying to bury his face into her pussy. It was the indicator that she was on the edge. She arched her back. Her moans became rhythmic. He knew her orgasm would hit her body any moment so he pushed his ring finger deep in her rosebud. And it had done the trick. Her pussy walls clinched his fingers last time and started pulsing rapidly. Her orgasm was intense. He stopped moving his fingers and buried them deep into her pulsing pussy. His ring finger also felt the pulsing. His thumb also stopped rubbing her clit. It was like stand still in honor of her orgasm. He was exuberant. It was his work. He was the reason behind her immense pleasure and later her guilt.
Ethan didn’t move his fingers until Dahlia’s orgasm seized. He gave a last full on kiss on her still pulsing pussy. He removed his fingers and got up on his feet to see her face.
It was a mess around his fingers. Dahlia’s love juice was flowing freely from her wet pussy. Her nether region was all pink and wet. Her moans and grunts were filling the atmosphere of the room. Ethan was finger-fucking her pussy like a possessed man. His face was inches away from her pussy. He could smell her arousal. The scent of her love juice was extremely arousing. His dick was resurrected by her body language and moans.
Ethan’s mind was under Dahlia’s spell. Every rational thought was evaporated. He was living and enjoying the moment. The past and the future were blurred. Only thing mattered for him was her orgasm. He wanted her to cum like an obedient pet. He wanted her to feel the helpless against her own carnal desire. He wished she would feel ashamed when she would remember these events.
Ethan felt the grip of Dahlia’s legs tightened around his neck. She was trying to bury his face into her pussy. It was the indicator that she was on the edge. She arched her back. Her moans became rhythmic. He knew her orgasm would hit her body any moment so he pushed his ring finger deep in her rosebud. And it had done the trick. Her pussy walls clinched his fingers last time and started pulsing rapidly. Her orgasm was intense. He stopped moving his fingers and buried them deep into her pulsing pussy. His ring finger also felt the pulsing. His thumb also stopped rubbing her clit. It was like stand still in honor of her orgasm. He was exuberant. It was his work. He was the reason behind her immense pleasure and later her guilt.
Ethan didn’t move his fingers until Dahlia’s orgasm seized. He gave a last full on kiss on her still pulsing pussy. He removed his fingers and got up on his feet to see her face.