Pushing Her Limits Read Free

crimson than
ever.
    When
he returned his thumb, wet with her juices, he did not touch her
woman hood, oh no. He ran it, light and circular, over the rose bud
of her ass. She almost jolted up, stunned and embarrassed by the
sensation, but he had her hips wrapped in his other arm too tightly.
She settled back down, gasping, trying to look back. All she could
see was his mischievous, grinning face and smoking eyes. He watched
her, but his touch was insistent; He wasn't stopping.
    More
and more, he brushed tenderly over her rear entrance, teasing it in
such a way that she was shocked and humiliated by how much her body
began to yearn. The wetness in her pussy increased magnificently as
he began the foreplay with her behind.
    Paul
smiled, noting quickly how she began to seek the sensations. He
teased, changing up the pace, moving from slow circles to quick
straight up and down traces. He followed the contours of her curves.
Lowering his face, he began licking slightly at her pussy while he
continued to play with her ass. This set her hips rolling again as
she attempted to push her nethers into his face, but he was patient.
Light as snow, he licked, tasting her sodden lips. Her juices flowed
freely, and soon she was openly moaning again. When he felt she was
ready, her body something she had hardly any control over, he ran his
tongue up her slit, up and up, over the gap between until he was
intently slathering her asshole.
    Brandy
squealed, the myriad of tingling sensations far more than she was
ready for. She was a mixture of shame, as well, humiliated that he
was doing this, and because she was finding her body was loving it
so. She imagined her cheeks were bright as apples. Digging her face
into the bed once more to salvage some of her pride, she shouted,
muffled, into the sheets.
    Soon
he had brought his hand back, licking her entrance, but also running
his thumb along the area. She was so easy to read, so far gone in her
pleasure, he felt an amazing rush of power. Wordless, he tilted his
mouth out of the way, and began pressing his thumb slowly, but
persistently, inside. The tight ring of her sphincter resisted, but
he was gentle, patient, unrelenting. As she cried out in shock, as
well as pleasure, he began moving his digit around. Deeper, and
deeper, feeling her muscles throb. Lowering his jaw, he
simultaneously began eating between her thighs, her nectar a torrent.
    Brandy
didn't know what was up, or what was down. Her mind was a blurring
flash of colors, her insides a throbbing passion of heat and energy.
She was losing herself, forgetting all the claims she had made
earlier about never wanting to even let things go this far.
    She
couldn't escape, her ass was betraying her.
    Within
minutes, the rushing onslaught was coming to a head, and she had no
control to stop it. With a scream, fists balled into the bed, her
hips shaking and toes curling, her orgasm hit her. She came harder
than she thought she ever could have, flexing around the thickness of
his thumb, soaking his mouth and face with her juices.
    Before
she could catch her breath, before she could even begin to come down,
Paul stood up at the edge of the bed, where her hips would now be
level with his waist. His cock was hard, rigid with need, and without
a comment he spread her cheeks and pressed forward, entering her
carefully. Slow, slow; He didn't want to cause her pain.
    She
squealed, looking back, and bringing her hands under her weak,
shaking form to try and sit up. But he had her, hands gripping her
tight, unyielding as he entered deeply into her ass.
    The
sensation was incredible, intense and hot. He felt like he would
split her, like he couldn't go any deeper, and yet he was still
sinking inside. She realized she was gasping, loudly, unable to stop.
Her muscles squeezed, hugging the pulsing cock inside of her. It was
like nothing she could have imagined, and in spite of herself, she
loved it. The way it stretched her, the foreignness of it, the taboo.
Her