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pussy even
deeper than before, to the point that it felt like she was
engulfing my entire member. The sensation was almost too much for
me to handle, forcing me to switch things up, and quickly, lest I
came too quickly.
    Grabbing Wendy around the waist, I shifted
my weight and climbed to my feet, keeping my cock inside her the
entire time. She uttered a surprised little giggle but wasted no
time wrapping her legs around my waist and started to grind on my
cock while I held onto her tightly.
    I pressed my lips against hers and we
explored each other’s mouths with our tongues while continuing to
fuck standing up. But Wendy was getting so crazy on my cock that I
was starting to lose my balance. So I angled my body until I was
facing the couch and then fell forward, dropping her back to the
cushions as I fell atop her, letting gravity drive my cock so far
inside her that it felt like it was going to come out the other
side.
    Wendy let out a scream that was part delight
and part discomfort, but recovered without missing a beat, bucking
her body forward and back from beneath me. Her energy hadn’t waned
one bit, which on one hand was great, but on the other, not so
great. The whole point of switching things up was to give myself a
chance to recover before she took me over the edge. And for that to
happen, I needed to have more control over the situation.
    With that in mind, I grabbed her legs, one
hand under each of her knees, and pushed her legs back, folding her
in half and taking away her leverage. Now it was my turn to take
control, to move forward at a pace that would keep me from coming
too soon.
    Shifting my hands up her legs until I was
gripping Wendy’s ankles, I held her legs in place, folded back, her
feet up next to her head. Leaning forward, I put my knees against
the couch cushion just outside her ass and proceeded to pump her
pussy with my cock.
    I fucked Wendy at my own pace, constantly
varying the depth and speed to keep her on her toes and also to
avoid getting into a constant rhythm, which allowed me to stay
short of my impending orgasm.
    But the slow pace was bugging Wendy. She
wanted hard and fast, and she let me know it.
    “ Come on,” she said. “Give
it to me like you mean it. Like I need it. Pound that fucking pussy
with your cock.”
    Despite my misgivings, I found myself doing
exactly what she’d asked, increasing the speed and intensity until
I was hammering away at her pussy while she moaned and groaned and
cursed under her breath in pure pleasure.
    “ Is this what you want?” I
asked, staring down at her pretty face, our eyes locked together
while I slammed my cock into her hard enough to make her entire
body quiver. “Is this how you like it?”
    Her eyes wide and her breath ragged, Wendy
nodded.
    “ Tell me how much you like
it,” I said. “I want to hear your voice while I’m fucking
you.”
    “ I love it,” she said
between gasping breaths. “I fucking love it when you pound my
pussy.”
    “ More,” I said. “Keep
talking.”
    “ I want you to give me
everything you have,” she said. “I want you to break me in fucking
half!”
    The need in her voice combined with the
physical sensation of hammering away at Wendy quite nearly took me
over the edge. I had to switch things up again, and quickly, before
it was too late. 
    After slamming my cock balls deep into Wendy
and holding it there for a few seconds while she squirmed beneath
me, I knew I only had a couple seconds before I was going to shoot
my load. And I didn’t want that. Not yet. So I stood up, letting my
cock slip out of her pussy.
    Wendy laughed.
    “ Oh you think that’s
funny, do you?” I asked, smiling back at her.
    “ I think it’s hilarious,”
she said.
    “ You like pushing men to
the edge, doesn’t it?”
    “ You’re damn right I do,”
she said. “It’s fun to watch to you squirm as you try not to
cum.”
    “ And of course, you don’t
have that problem,” I said. “Because you can cum as many