resistance fell away as an intense orgasm built in her pussy and surged down her legs and arms, as though the pleasure might spurt from her hands and feet with the cries of pleasure erupting from her mouth.
Tristan’s body had passed the point of no return and he braced himself. His sac and anus tightened as the orgasm built, frighteningly swiftly, to a crescendo. He cried out as if in pain and burst inside her pussy, thick gobs of cum pumping into her with each pulsating throb. His engorged cock grew even thicker, leaving no room inside her for his seed, which dripped out of her.
Victoria looked up at Tristan’s flushed face, seeing amazement and vulnerability in his beautiful green eyes. The sweetheart she had loved was still up in there. And down in her pussy. She smiled then, eyes briefly teary before she closed them and kissed his luscious lips, pulling him down on her again. Tristan collapsed on her softness as best he could in his position. His cock still throbbed, and her pussy spasmed around his manhood as if the two were having their own private conversation down there, speaking in a language of pulsating throbs they both understood. Their owners kissed tenderly, living in the moment, a heaven made of human flesh, desire, and fulfillment.
Chapter 3 – It Still Burns
Tristan wouldn’t have been surprised if he were, in fact, in heaven, for nothing could possibly feel better than this. He snuggled against Victoria’s neck, noticing her subtle scent, as she wasn’t one for perfume. God, how he missed the smell of her. And everything else. The fire in her brown eyes had been unlike anything he’d ever seen. Even on the day he’d broken up with her, that light hadn’t appeared. Only tears. The cuteness of her heart-shaped face and pert nose had only made those tears seem all the more out of place, as if someone so sweet should never know pain. That he was the one causing it had made him feel awful.
But now the only thing he felt was relief to see her again, to hear her voice, to feel that smooth skin, like fine porcelain, a cascade of hair like milk chocolate across white chocolate. She was sweeter than both in spades. His heart ached as the years of missing her caught up to him all at once. He was a fool, he now knew. Longing rapidly grew in the empty hole in his heart.
He propped himself up on one elbow to gaze down on her, seeing the velvety brown hair spread out around her on the maple table, her eyes alight with inner life, and her lips parted. She looked so sweet, warm, and inviting that her softness overcame him. He wanted to protect her, to keep her from anyone but him, and to make her his. She moved beneath him then and the sensation up his cock brought a moan of delight from him. She grinned then with a malicious intent that brought a slow smile to his own face. She rocked her hips against him as Tristan shuddered, his erection having lost none of itself. She didn’t have the leverage she needed for riding him, so he took over, pulling out of her to a cry of disappointment.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, “I’m not finished with you yet.”
“You better not be!”
He flipped her over so her feet touched the floor, her full ass up in the air. He hadn’t seen such a lovely rear in a long time and caught his breath. Without preamble, he slid his cock up her pussy to the hilt. She purred up at him.
While he thrust in and out, Tristan’s expert hands made a playground of her curves. He gently caressed her ass to heighten her sensitivity before squeezing firmly. He had her breathing hard before he ran his fingers along her back, teasing her by slipping over her sides and brushing the outside of both breasts as if by accident. Her nipples stiffened in anticipation, but he went elsewhere on purpose.
“Oh, you bastard,” she moaned.
“Sorry, honey.” Tristan’s hands went to her belly, one sliding up to near her tits as the other found her dark pubic hair, which was long enough for him
Tristan’s body had passed the point of no return and he braced himself. His sac and anus tightened as the orgasm built, frighteningly swiftly, to a crescendo. He cried out as if in pain and burst inside her pussy, thick gobs of cum pumping into her with each pulsating throb. His engorged cock grew even thicker, leaving no room inside her for his seed, which dripped out of her.
Victoria looked up at Tristan’s flushed face, seeing amazement and vulnerability in his beautiful green eyes. The sweetheart she had loved was still up in there. And down in her pussy. She smiled then, eyes briefly teary before she closed them and kissed his luscious lips, pulling him down on her again. Tristan collapsed on her softness as best he could in his position. His cock still throbbed, and her pussy spasmed around his manhood as if the two were having their own private conversation down there, speaking in a language of pulsating throbs they both understood. Their owners kissed tenderly, living in the moment, a heaven made of human flesh, desire, and fulfillment.
Chapter 3 – It Still Burns
Tristan wouldn’t have been surprised if he were, in fact, in heaven, for nothing could possibly feel better than this. He snuggled against Victoria’s neck, noticing her subtle scent, as she wasn’t one for perfume. God, how he missed the smell of her. And everything else. The fire in her brown eyes had been unlike anything he’d ever seen. Even on the day he’d broken up with her, that light hadn’t appeared. Only tears. The cuteness of her heart-shaped face and pert nose had only made those tears seem all the more out of place, as if someone so sweet should never know pain. That he was the one causing it had made him feel awful.
But now the only thing he felt was relief to see her again, to hear her voice, to feel that smooth skin, like fine porcelain, a cascade of hair like milk chocolate across white chocolate. She was sweeter than both in spades. His heart ached as the years of missing her caught up to him all at once. He was a fool, he now knew. Longing rapidly grew in the empty hole in his heart.
He propped himself up on one elbow to gaze down on her, seeing the velvety brown hair spread out around her on the maple table, her eyes alight with inner life, and her lips parted. She looked so sweet, warm, and inviting that her softness overcame him. He wanted to protect her, to keep her from anyone but him, and to make her his. She moved beneath him then and the sensation up his cock brought a moan of delight from him. She grinned then with a malicious intent that brought a slow smile to his own face. She rocked her hips against him as Tristan shuddered, his erection having lost none of itself. She didn’t have the leverage she needed for riding him, so he took over, pulling out of her to a cry of disappointment.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, “I’m not finished with you yet.”
“You better not be!”
He flipped her over so her feet touched the floor, her full ass up in the air. He hadn’t seen such a lovely rear in a long time and caught his breath. Without preamble, he slid his cock up her pussy to the hilt. She purred up at him.
While he thrust in and out, Tristan’s expert hands made a playground of her curves. He gently caressed her ass to heighten her sensitivity before squeezing firmly. He had her breathing hard before he ran his fingers along her back, teasing her by slipping over her sides and brushing the outside of both breasts as if by accident. Her nipples stiffened in anticipation, but he went elsewhere on purpose.
“Oh, you bastard,” she moaned.
“Sorry, honey.” Tristan’s hands went to her belly, one sliding up to near her tits as the other found her dark pubic hair, which was long enough for him
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