O Ya, I luv fingering my horny cunt!
My only pandemic alone time is in the morning in bed. My go-to fantasies always involve con non-con and I'm aggressive and rough with my nipples and pussy squeezing and pulling my nipples and smacking and rubbing my clit.
I've had a persistent naughty thought lately about someone I encounter periodically.
I wake up in the middle of the night to feel my legs thrown apart and the heft of this man on top of me grabbing and milking my pussy until it's soaked then shoving his thick throbbing meat inside of me. I can almost feel his heat and the beads of sweat dripping down on me. I hear his grunts and the slap of his body against mine. My breasts begin to ache from the need to be manhandled and squeezed with intention.
I can feel his tongue attempt to part my lips as I try my best to turn away from him. He's insistent, though, and thrusts his hips hard into me. When I gasp, he fucks my mouth, too. His tongue and mouth are nearly abrasive against me and he pins my wrists to the beds. He consumes my mouth and moves down my neck. As my body responds to him, betraying my sensibilities, he smirks and lets loose a snarl. When my hips uncontrollably start to match his rhythm he pulls his cock out and smacks my pussy several times with it before turning his oral attention back to my neck and chest.
My nipples are fully erect. His hands let loose my wrists, but he remains astride my body, rendering me pinned beneath him. His approach changes from a fucking onslaught to that of predator teasing his prey. My soaked cunt and erect nipples leave me vulnerable and make it painfully obvious I'm a bitch in heat. He smirks looking down at me, my heaving chest, large, full, engorged breasts, and dripping pussy conveying to him how badly I need release.
His fingers trace my areolas. His gaze fixed on my tits, cock twitching as his fingers make contact with my soft skin. As he teases me with feather soft wisps across my nipples, my legs and hips squirm in an effort to rub against him, to feel the hair and leathery skin provide the friction I need so badly.
As he lays his full palms down on my tits a sense of warmth rushes over me. The kneading becoming more aggressive, rousing me even more than before. My need rises, my breathing matching the level of aggressiveness his hands create.
"Tell me how badly you need this, little slut. How, despite your sleeping state, your body was ready to fuck an intruding stranger the minute your legs were spread. Tell me how your pussy is screaming and demanding I shove my unsheathed cock back inside."
I don't want to say it. It demeans me. It's wrong.
But, he pinches my nipples hard and the pain is exquisite. It stings and I cry out. When he releases them, he reaches back and slides his thick calloused fingers through my now gushing slit. "You don't have to say a word. Everything about you is screaming that you need a hard fuck." He moves aside and flips me over to my stomach, lifting my hips in one swift motion.
I feel his face move between my legs as he breathes in deeply and sinks two large fingers into my pussy. "Mmmmmm" he almost cooes and I feel his mouth open wide to engulf my sex. Pulling my hips down onto his face, I feel him grind his stubble into my crotch. His tongue darts in and out of my cunt as he sucks the nectar from between my folds. My hips begin to rock against his face and his fingers sink deep into my fleshy ass. As I feel myself get close, my thighs begin to tremble and my pussy starts to spasm.
Just then, he rains down a swift smack against my ass. He sits up and barks at me that I must request permission to cum.
"Please" I ask furtively, sounding far more like begging than I'm comfortable with. "Please."
"You're not going to cum until I've had my fill." And, he rubs and smacks my ass again. "I'm going to fuck you, like you deserve to be fucked, like a wicked wanting whore." And, true to his word, he lifts my hips and slams his rock hard cock balls deep into my hot wet hole.
Minutes pass and I become nearly delirious as he pumps and grunts, fingers sinking into my hips. His stamina is astounding and I'm overwhelmed. I hold off on my orgasm as long as I can until his grip tighten and his pace quicken. I allow my cunt finally to spasm and milk his cock in what will become my most intense orgasm ever.
As I tighten around him, the friction becomes overwhelming. He struggles to shove his cock into my clenching demanding slit. The pressure straining against him making him work twice as hard to get his final orgasm producing thrusts between my legs. But, he prevails and the last few are unimaginably intense. His animalistic grunts and release are timed perfectly with my full-body convulsion. We simultaneously quake and release a flood of bodily fluids that puddle beneath me. I collapse down like a baby with my knees tucked under me. He falls slightly to my side.
My whole body feels as worn and spent as my pussy. I'm sweating and I'm leaking cum all over my immobile legs. Again, I feel his big strong hands upon my hips and he rolls me to my back with no opposition from my body. I feel him lift my left leg over him so he can see and touch my well pounded cunt.
He's gentle now, or perhaps just exhausted, as his fingers play in the stickiness between my legs. Drawing lines down my thighs and licking his fingers. My spent sex has become some sort of object of fascination for him and he seems content to dabble in and toy with it as I drift in and out of consciousness.
My only pandemic alone time is in the morning in bed. My go-to fantasies always involve con non-con and I'm aggressive and rough with my nipples and pussy squeezing and pulling my nipples and smacking and rubbing my clit.
I've had a persistent naughty thought lately about someone I encounter periodically.
I wake up in the middle of the night to feel my legs thrown apart and the heft of this man on top of me grabbing and milking my pussy until it's soaked then shoving his thick throbbing meat inside of me. I can almost feel his heat and the beads of sweat dripping down on me. I hear his grunts and the slap of his body against mine. My breasts begin to ache from the need to be manhandled and squeezed with intention.
I can feel his tongue attempt to part my lips as I try my best to turn away from him. He's insistent, though, and thrusts his hips hard into me. When I gasp, he fucks my mouth, too. His tongue and mouth are nearly abrasive against me and he pins my wrists to the beds. He consumes my mouth and moves down my neck. As my body responds to him, betraying my sensibilities, he smirks and lets loose a snarl. When my hips uncontrollably start to match his rhythm he pulls his cock out and smacks my pussy several times with it before turning his oral attention back to my neck and chest.
My nipples are fully erect. His hands let loose my wrists, but he remains astride my body, rendering me pinned beneath him. His approach changes from a fucking onslaught to that of predator teasing his prey. My soaked cunt and erect nipples leave me vulnerable and make it painfully obvious I'm a bitch in heat. He smirks looking down at me, my heaving chest, large, full, engorged breasts, and dripping pussy conveying to him how badly I need release.
His fingers trace my areolas. His gaze fixed on my tits, cock twitching as his fingers make contact with my soft skin. As he teases me with feather soft wisps across my nipples, my legs and hips squirm in an effort to rub against him, to feel the hair and leathery skin provide the friction I need so badly.
As he lays his full palms down on my tits a sense of warmth rushes over me. The kneading becoming more aggressive, rousing me even more than before. My need rises, my breathing matching the level of aggressiveness his hands create.
"Tell me how badly you need this, little slut. How, despite your sleeping state, your body was ready to fuck an intruding stranger the minute your legs were spread. Tell me how your pussy is screaming and demanding I shove my unsheathed cock back inside."
I don't want to say it. It demeans me. It's wrong.
But, he pinches my nipples hard and the pain is exquisite. It stings and I cry out. When he releases them, he reaches back and slides his thick calloused fingers through my now gushing slit. "You don't have to say a word. Everything about you is screaming that you need a hard fuck." He moves aside and flips me over to my stomach, lifting my hips in one swift motion.
I feel his face move between my legs as he breathes in deeply and sinks two large fingers into my pussy. "Mmmmmm" he almost cooes and I feel his mouth open wide to engulf my sex. Pulling my hips down onto his face, I feel him grind his stubble into my crotch. His tongue darts in and out of my cunt as he sucks the nectar from between my folds. My hips begin to rock against his face and his fingers sink deep into my fleshy ass. As I feel myself get close, my thighs begin to tremble and my pussy starts to spasm.
Just then, he rains down a swift smack against my ass. He sits up and barks at me that I must request permission to cum.
"Please" I ask furtively, sounding far more like begging than I'm comfortable with. "Please."
"You're not going to cum until I've had my fill." And, he rubs and smacks my ass again. "I'm going to fuck you, like you deserve to be fucked, like a wicked wanting whore." And, true to his word, he lifts my hips and slams his rock hard cock balls deep into my hot wet hole.
Minutes pass and I become nearly delirious as he pumps and grunts, fingers sinking into my hips. His stamina is astounding and I'm overwhelmed. I hold off on my orgasm as long as I can until his grip tighten and his pace quicken. I allow my cunt finally to spasm and milk his cock in what will become my most intense orgasm ever.
As I tighten around him, the friction becomes overwhelming. He struggles to shove his cock into my clenching demanding slit. The pressure straining against him making him work twice as hard to get his final orgasm producing thrusts between my legs. But, he prevails and the last few are unimaginably intense. His animalistic grunts and release are timed perfectly with my full-body convulsion. We simultaneously quake and release a flood of bodily fluids that puddle beneath me. I collapse down like a baby with my knees tucked under me. He falls slightly to my side.
My whole body feels as worn and spent as my pussy. I'm sweating and I'm leaking cum all over my immobile legs. Again, I feel his big strong hands upon my hips and he rolls me to my back with no opposition from my body. I feel him lift my left leg over him so he can see and touch my well pounded cunt.
He's gentle now, or perhaps just exhausted, as his fingers play in the stickiness between my legs. Drawing lines down my thighs and licking his fingers. My spent sex has become some sort of object of fascination for him and he seems content to dabble in and toy with it as I drift in and out of consciousness.
My only pandemic alone time is in the morning in bed. My go-to fantasies always involve con non-con and I'm aggressive and rough with my nipples and pussy squeezing and pulling my nipples and smacking and rubbing my clit.
I've had a persistent naughty thought lately about someone I encounter periodically.
I wake up in the middle of the night to feel my legs thrown apart and the heft of this man on top of me grabbing and milking my pussy until it's soaked then shoving his thick throbbing meat inside of me. I can almost feel his heat and the beads of sweat dripping down on me. I hear his grunts and the slap of his body against mine. My breasts begin to ache from the need to be manhandled and squeezed with intention.
I can feel his tongue attempt to part my lips as I try my best to turn away from him. He's insistent, though, and thrusts his hips hard into me. When I gasp, he fucks my mouth, too. His tongue and mouth are nearly abrasive against me and he pins my wrists to the beds. He consumes my mouth and moves down my neck. As my body responds to him, betraying my sensibilities, he smirks and lets loose a snarl. When my hips uncontrollably start to match his rhythm he pulls his cock out and smacks my pussy several times with it before turning his oral attention back to my neck and chest.
My nipples are fully erect. His hands let loose my wrists, but he remains astride my body, rendering me pinned beneath him. His approach changes from a fucking onslaught to that of predator teasing his prey. My soaked cunt and erect nipples leave me vulnerable and make it painfully obvious I'm a bitch in heat. He smirks looking down at me, my heaving chest, large, full, engorged breasts, and dripping pussy conveying to him how badly I need release.
His fingers trace my areolas. His gaze fixed on my tits, cock twitching as his fingers make contact with my soft skin. As he teases me with feather soft wisps across my nipples, my legs and hips squirm in an effort to rub against him, to feel the hair and leathery skin provide the friction I need so badly.
As he lays his full palms down on my tits a sense of warmth rushes over me. The kneading becoming more aggressive, rousing me even more than before. My need rises, my breathing matching the level of aggressiveness his hands create.
"Tell me how badly you need this, little slut. How, despite your sleeping state, your body was ready to fuck an intruding stranger the minute your legs were spread. Tell me how your pussy is screaming and demanding I shove my unsheathed cock back inside."
I don't want to say it. It demeans me. It's wrong.
But, he pinches my nipples hard and the pain is exquisite. It stings and I cry out. When he releases them, he reaches back and slides his thick calloused fingers through my now gushing slit. "You don't have to say a word. Everything about you is screaming that you need a hard fuck." He moves aside and flips me over to my stomach, lifting my hips in one swift motion.
I feel his face move between my legs as he breathes in deeply and sinks two large fingers into my pussy. "Mmmmmm" he almost cooes and I feel his mouth open wide to engulf my sex. Pulling my hips down onto his face, I feel him grind his stubble into my crotch. His tongue darts in and out of my cunt as he sucks the nectar from between my folds. My hips begin to rock against his face and his fingers sink deep into my fleshy ass. As I feel myself get close, my thighs begin to tremble and my pussy starts to spasm.
Just then, he rains down a swift smack against my ass. He sits up and barks at me that I must request permission to cum.
"Please" I ask furtively, sounding far more like begging than I'm comfortable with. "Please."
"You're not going to cum until I've had my fill." And, he rubs and smacks my ass again. "I'm going to fuck you, like you deserve to be fucked, like a wicked wanting whore." And, true to his word, he lifts my hips and slams his rock hard cock balls deep into my hot wet hole.
Minutes pass and I become nearly delirious as he pumps and grunts, fingers sinking into my hips. His stamina is astounding and I'm overwhelmed. I hold off on my orgasm as long as I can until his grip tighten and his pace quicken. I allow my cunt finally to spasm and milk his cock in what will become my most intense orgasm ever.
As I tighten around him, the friction becomes overwhelming. He struggles to shove his cock into my clenching demanding slit. The pressure straining against him making him work twice as hard to get his final orgasm producing thrusts between my legs. But, he prevails and the last few are unimaginably intense. His animalistic grunts and release are timed perfectly with my full-body convulsion. We simultaneously quake and release a flood of bodily fluids that puddle beneath me. I collapse down like a baby with my knees tucked under me. He falls slightly to my side.
My whole body feels as worn and spent as my pussy. I'm sweating and I'm leaking cum all over my immobile legs. Again, I feel his big strong hands upon my hips and he rolls me to my back with no opposition from my body. I feel him lift my left leg over him so he can see and touch my well pounded cunt.
He's gentle now, or perhaps just exhausted, as his fingers play in the stickiness between my legs. Drawing lines down my thighs and licking his fingers. My spent sex has become some sort of object of fascination for him and he seems content to dabble in and toy with it as I drift in and out of consciousness.
