he praised whe n she widened her stance. Her body was still pressed fo rward and the new position made her hips arch up and backward.
Quinton placed his hands on the globes of her ass, squeezing firmly. His hand print still lingered on both cheeks, delighting him. He took his thumbs and spread her flesh. Her cunt lips glistened with moisture, giving him undeniable proof she was enjoying this as much as he was. He cupped her with the palm of his hand , the heat she was giving off making him groan as he imaged the lush feminine flesh encircling his dick, squeezing him tight.
Moving his middle finger along her slit , he rubbed back and forth , barely bumping her clit with each stroke.
“You are so damn wet and smell so damn good.”
Evening had fallen over the city, turning the glass windows into reflective surfaces. Rebecca watched as Quinton raised his hand to his face. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. She had never seen anything so erotic in her life.
Realizing she could see him in the window, he smiled. “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”
He crouched behind her, his face even with her pussy. She came at the first stroke of his tongue on her engorged flesh , so suddenly and so unexpected ly that she cried out. “That’s it , sweetheart,” he whispered , his breath wafting across the wet surface of her pussy. “Let me taste your come.”
Licking her cunt, he savored the taste of her pleasure. Damn how he enjoyed doing this. Yeah, he enjoyed a blow job as much as the next man ; h e loved coming inside a woman’s mouth, but there was nothing like tasting the juices of the woman you had just made lose control.
Placing one last lingering kiss on her pretty pink lips, he rose to his feet, admiring the view. She was cuffed and chained, her body bowed before him, open and ready for his.
He took himself in his hand, stroking his hard length, savoring the moment when he would make her his. Hating to do it, wanting to feel bare skin against bare skin, he grabbed a condom and rolled it on. R ubbing a long her slit, he lubed his himself with her juices. She ten sed at the first touch of his cock against her opening. “Easy baby.”
He pushed forward slowly, groaning as the lips of her pussy closed arou nd the mushroom head of his dick . It disappe ared inside her. He pulled out and pressed forward, watching the tip disappear inside of her again. He would never tire of this sight, never tire of possessing her.
Gripping her hips, he held her still as he pushed all the way inside. He was long enough and wide enough to cause her discomfort, but she didn’t protest, she took all of him.
“You are such a good girl,” he cooed as he moved slowly in and out. All he wanted to do was pound inside, but he knew he had to give her time to adjust. “Look how you tak e all my cock. All of it inside you.”
Damn, he was getting himself all hot and bothered. He thrust harder, deeper, feeli ng the edge of her womb, touching the edge of heaven.
H e lost control. He planted his feet firmly and gripped her hips, his fingers making bruises in her flesh. In and out h e thrust , moaning at her wetness. The desire he had create d inside of her .
“ Quinton , stop, please stop,” she panted.
Instantly he stilled, his cock buried t o the hilt . “Are your arms hurting? Am I going too deep?” He knew this angle of penetration made her feel like he was deeper inside than he actually was.
“No, no,” she shook her head from side to side, her brown tresses swinging silkily about her face. He couldn’t wait to face fuck her in this position.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I’m about to come,” she cried.
He grinne d and slapped her ass . “That’s the whole idea, darling. That’s the whole idea.” Grabbing her shoulder to hold her still, he continued to pound inside her. His other hand reached around and found her nub. He pinched and pulled it, wishing like hell he had two more hands so he could tug on her
Quinton placed his hands on the globes of her ass, squeezing firmly. His hand print still lingered on both cheeks, delighting him. He took his thumbs and spread her flesh. Her cunt lips glistened with moisture, giving him undeniable proof she was enjoying this as much as he was. He cupped her with the palm of his hand , the heat she was giving off making him groan as he imaged the lush feminine flesh encircling his dick, squeezing him tight.
Moving his middle finger along her slit , he rubbed back and forth , barely bumping her clit with each stroke.
“You are so damn wet and smell so damn good.”
Evening had fallen over the city, turning the glass windows into reflective surfaces. Rebecca watched as Quinton raised his hand to his face. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent. She had never seen anything so erotic in her life.
Realizing she could see him in the window, he smiled. “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”
He crouched behind her, his face even with her pussy. She came at the first stroke of his tongue on her engorged flesh , so suddenly and so unexpected ly that she cried out. “That’s it , sweetheart,” he whispered , his breath wafting across the wet surface of her pussy. “Let me taste your come.”
Licking her cunt, he savored the taste of her pleasure. Damn how he enjoyed doing this. Yeah, he enjoyed a blow job as much as the next man ; h e loved coming inside a woman’s mouth, but there was nothing like tasting the juices of the woman you had just made lose control.
Placing one last lingering kiss on her pretty pink lips, he rose to his feet, admiring the view. She was cuffed and chained, her body bowed before him, open and ready for his.
He took himself in his hand, stroking his hard length, savoring the moment when he would make her his. Hating to do it, wanting to feel bare skin against bare skin, he grabbed a condom and rolled it on. R ubbing a long her slit, he lubed his himself with her juices. She ten sed at the first touch of his cock against her opening. “Easy baby.”
He pushed forward slowly, groaning as the lips of her pussy closed arou nd the mushroom head of his dick . It disappe ared inside her. He pulled out and pressed forward, watching the tip disappear inside of her again. He would never tire of this sight, never tire of possessing her.
Gripping her hips, he held her still as he pushed all the way inside. He was long enough and wide enough to cause her discomfort, but she didn’t protest, she took all of him.
“You are such a good girl,” he cooed as he moved slowly in and out. All he wanted to do was pound inside, but he knew he had to give her time to adjust. “Look how you tak e all my cock. All of it inside you.”
Damn, he was getting himself all hot and bothered. He thrust harder, deeper, feeli ng the edge of her womb, touching the edge of heaven.
H e lost control. He planted his feet firmly and gripped her hips, his fingers making bruises in her flesh. In and out h e thrust , moaning at her wetness. The desire he had create d inside of her .
“ Quinton , stop, please stop,” she panted.
Instantly he stilled, his cock buried t o the hilt . “Are your arms hurting? Am I going too deep?” He knew this angle of penetration made her feel like he was deeper inside than he actually was.
“No, no,” she shook her head from side to side, her brown tresses swinging silkily about her face. He couldn’t wait to face fuck her in this position.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I’m about to come,” she cried.
He grinne d and slapped her ass . “That’s the whole idea, darling. That’s the whole idea.” Grabbing her shoulder to hold her still, he continued to pound inside her. His other hand reached around and found her nub. He pinched and pulled it, wishing like hell he had two more hands so he could tug on her
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