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4. SPRAY IN ME
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2024-10-29 19:42:56My husband pushed up and I nearly cried, grabbing onto him.
The waves were still ripping through me with such force my body twisted and turned. It was so sweet and sour it left even my skin sizzling.
My eyes rolled in and just when I thought it couldn’t be better a mouth latched on my sex and my husband began eating my cum. He was impatient and unkind about it. His tongue was large and thick, pressing on my clit to leave me trembling even more before he moved back.
Cool air kissed my dripping pussy before something hard and warm pressed on my sex.
My eyes pushed wide open, gasping hard.
My thighs moved to close but he was there, in between my legs. I shuffled back, shaking my head in all the dilemma I was in.
He gripped my waist with force, pulling me back to him but I screamed, my legs moving to kick him.
He gripped my leg.
I scrambled away, wiggling my leg for him to let go. In that, my body turned, my belly on the bed with my ass to him. I quickly shuffled away, about to slip off the bed but he pulled me back as I screamed hard.
He flipped me back around and pushed my legs apart.
“Fuck you!” I screamed.
He pushed my legs apart and pulled me to him as I thrashed. I felt him position himself. His hand pressed my belly down. I trembled hard, fighting him as best as I could. His cock was rubbed on my wet cunt, feeling his precum mix with mine before he slammed hard in me.
The air was knocked out of me. I went still, staring right at him with eyes wide and mouth agape.
My fingers and toes curled with the cry dragged down from my belly.
My pussy clenched around his thick cock, him buried deep in me, frozen in place.
I heaved, not able to take enough breath but how could I when he was fat in me? I felt full, stuffed to the maximum capacity.
The waves hit hard all of a sudden and I found my body convulsing as the orgasm hit hard. I twisted left and right, biting my lip hard only to let go and moan so hard.
My husband didn’t dare move.
My hands curled into fists, hitting the bed over and over as I gasped from the pleasure.
“Such a filthy whore.”
If I hadn't been deep in pleasure I would have agreed. I was a filthy whore, dirty shameless slut that liked being taken so brutally.
“Fuck!” I screamed and that’s when he began moving.
His hand came around my neck before he pulled his shaft back then slammed hard in me again. I was fighting because the pleasure would kill me.
It sparked all through my body. My head bent backwards, my feet pushing back and forth. His other hand went to my clit, rubbing as he nailed me to the bed with his cock.
The pain and the pleasure sent me spiraling.
I always knew I would go to hell for even dreaming of such things but I never knew the husband I never wanted would bring my darkest fantasies to life.
He nailed harder and faster. I was drunk at that time, drunk on him.
My body shook so hard as he let go of my neck only to grip it again. The orgasm rode from my core to my toes with me gasping out.
“ UUHHH!”
I was going to burn in hell for this.
My hands were in fists, hammering them on his chest as he tore me apart with his cock.
His hand let go, giving me the chance to take in air. My eyes closed. He held me down with both hands and went harder and faster.
Everything left me. My brain dissolved as my body gave way to the pleasure.
“Oh my God.” I groaned.
Even my pussy trembled from his pounding as waves of orgasm took over me with such force.
“Yes yes yes!” I screamed.
His own groans were fuel to my fire. Beads of sweat on both of us. His tattoos spread all through his chest and abs. I ran my hands through them, feeling so many scars underneath. As if triggering him, he went crazy on me.
My eyes closed, taking it in. The orgasm came back ten times bigger than the last. I couldn’t even scream, my chest arched upwards.
He collapsed on me, his weight burying me down with his cock going deeper. I would die, die by his cock.
“Fuck’n slut. You like this?”
My body shuddered and I found myself shaking my head no.
“You want this?”
I swallowed.
“No.” It was more like a moan and that was it for him.
His whole body shook.
“ Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I couldn’t help but shake with him. My hands clung onto him as if he was my last breath.
We burst together and somehow, coming together made it even better. We jerked together. Strong arms held me tighter with his powerful thrusts blowing my mind.
I wanted it, I needed it. That moment of vulnerability right before he comes. That moment where it seems like he would do anything to just spill in me. My legs opened wide with him burying his seed so deep in me I felt it spray out.
My eyes closed, heart jumping in my chest as I clung onto the little heaven he had just shown me.
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