Mignonette
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Isabella could hardly recognize the man who had been such a tender and careful lover yesterday. The man who was fucking her right then was rough and demanding and it gave her such a rush to know that he had those two completely different sides. Sex would most likely never get boring with him, she realized, though that thought was quickly pushed out of her mind as he continued to thrust into her firmly, each time pushing her upper body into the mattress below her.
"Please...ahhh...please...", she tried to beg, though it was beginning to get very hard to say anything at all. Her breathing was coming out fast and raspy, allowing for little more than moans of desire. But still, he had asked her to beg and right then she really wanted more of him. She wanted all of him, deep inside of her. And most of all, she wanted for him to cum inside of her again. He had filled her so much the night before that she was eager to experience it again. The heat filling and then overfilling her womb and pussy.
"Oh gods, Lance, please, dont tease me anymore...ahhhmmgg fuck, I want you to fill me.", she managed to get out, each of her words muffled by pleasure and gasps.
Her pussy felt so hot and by the way he was taking her, she knew she would be sore tomorrow. And yet still she felt another orgasm approaching. She knew the signs, recognized the spasms of pleasure all through her body. Eagerly, she began pushing back at him, meeting his thrusts head on.
"Im gonna cum...", she breathed out, before her womanhood clenched around him and she let out another moan. The orgasm wasnt as strong as the last one, but it was still beyond satisfying for her.
She wanted him to cum so badly as well in that moment. Share with her that magical moment of release, the little death, as the french had called it. Oh and she wanted to die over and over again in this man's arms...or rather, with his cock embedded deep within her willing pussy.
"Please...ahhh...please...", she tried to beg, though it was beginning to get very hard to say anything at all. Her breathing was coming out fast and raspy, allowing for little more than moans of desire. But still, he had asked her to beg and right then she really wanted more of him. She wanted all of him, deep inside of her. And most of all, she wanted for him to cum inside of her again. He had filled her so much the night before that she was eager to experience it again. The heat filling and then overfilling her womb and pussy.
"Oh gods, Lance, please, dont tease me anymore...ahhhmmgg fuck, I want you to fill me.", she managed to get out, each of her words muffled by pleasure and gasps.
Her pussy felt so hot and by the way he was taking her, she knew she would be sore tomorrow. And yet still she felt another orgasm approaching. She knew the signs, recognized the spasms of pleasure all through her body. Eagerly, she began pushing back at him, meeting his thrusts head on.
"Im gonna cum...", she breathed out, before her womanhood clenched around him and she let out another moan. The orgasm wasnt as strong as the last one, but it was still beyond satisfying for her.
She wanted him to cum so badly as well in that moment. Share with her that magical moment of release, the little death, as the french had called it. Oh and she wanted to die over and over again in this man's arms...or rather, with his cock embedded deep within her willing pussy.