A shower and sex again with Carrie

Carrie and Paul are showering together. They have been in the shower for a while now. The warm water is cascades down from the ceiling shower enveloping them in a steamy haze. Carrie leans back against Paul’s chest letting the water sluice over her smooth skin. It is washing away the sweat and evidence of their earlier passion. The tiles are cool and smooth against her back a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from Paul’s chiseled body pressed against hers. Carrie can hear the steady drum of the water and the soft sound of their breathing and the gentle drip as it runs off their bodies to the floor below.

Carrie’s thoughts are languid and satisfied. She feels utterly claimed and her gorgeous body is still humming with the memory of Paul deep inside her. In this intimate space Carrie feels a different kind of closeness.

Carrie turn slightly her hands sliding up Paul’s manly chest. She is tracing the contours of Paul’s muscles under the slick water. Her fingers find the droplets clinging to his skin and she looks up at Paul and her blue eyes are reflecting the soft light of the bathroom.

Carrie shifts and she is pressing her body more fully against Paul’s feeling the solid strength of him. Her voice drops to a much sexier tone. “We’re could get totally clean now but I am not sure I’m done being dirty with you Paul” Carrie lets her hand drift lower teasingly. Paul is slowly getting horny. Carrie turns him on like nobody else. He tells Carrie the obvious.

“Have you suddenly become shy Carrie? I must have more sex with you. My guess would be that you want it even more and longer. Your sexual hunger is usually endless. Especially for me in these days. “

Carrie laughs the sound low and rich in the steamy enclosure. Her hand closes around Paul’s cock feeling the immediate satisfying response to her touch. She looks up at Paul through her wet lashes her smirk is widening. Carrie whispers.

“Shy? Me? You should know better by now.” Carrie gives Paul a slow deliberate stroke under the hot water. “My hunger is endless, you're right. But I like to hear you say it. I like knowing I have this effect on you. “

Carrie leans in she is pressing a soft open mouthed kiss to Paul’s collarbone tasting the clean water and the salt of his skin. She continues to whisper.

“The night's still young and we have a whole room most likely to our self. Laura is probably still asleep exhausted from the anal sex with you Paul. “Carrie murmurs against Paul’s skin. Her other hand sliding around to grip his ass. “ I want you all to myself for a little while longer Paul. I am usually not this selfish. You make me act a bit differently. So tell me Paul what does that my endless hunger give me more tonight.”

Paul tells Carrie the important news he has forgotten to tell her earlier.

“Carrie after fucking with Laura she told me that she is done for the night. So you have me all for yourself.” Paul kisses Carrie. The kiss is the first deep and passionate one. He grabs her gorgeous ass with one hand. “I have been a bit selfish with you tonight Carrie. Always fucking you from behind. Do you have any exciting ideas for what’s next?”

Carrie melts into the kiss. Her body is responding instantly to the possessive grip on her muscular ass. The water streams over them but all she feels is the heat of Paul’s mouth and the hard line of his body against hers. When they break apart she is breathless. Her beautiful blue eyes dark with promise. She tells Paul.

“Selfish?” Carrie shakes her head with a genuine smile playing on her lips.” You gave me exactly what I wanted. Every single time. And even more than that. I don’t normally counts orgasms but seven is a fabulous number and a very big number. So far. Sure you preferred fucking me from behind but you know how much I love that. But since you're asking for ideas...”

Carrie turns fully in Paul’s arms. She is pressing Paul back against the cool tiles. Her hands slide down his chest over his stomach and lower. Her touch is deliberate and slow. She is actually teasing Paul. Not her normal style. Carrie continues.

“I want you on your back. On that big bed. I want to ride you until my thighs give out. You know how much I love riding your huge cock. I want to set the pace this time. I want to watch your face while I take everything I need from you. And I want to take my time with it. Just you and me and maybe the mini bullet. Let’s see how many orgasms I can steal before the sun comes up.”

Carrie leans in. She is kissing Paul again. A softer kiss this time. A fleeting brush of lips. Paul wants a deeper more intense kiss and he gets that. Carrie has a maneuver with her tongue that is so exciting. Paul confirms her idea.

“Deal Carrie. I love having you riding me. You have your favorite tool in you and you will have total control. Seeing your huge breasts bounce around up close is another fabulous thing. I prefer to warm up here in the shower. Your gorgeous body should be enjoyed as much as possible. I might need some help to perform though.“

Paul kisses Carrie again and then he starts sucking on her huge breasts. Carrie gasps as Paul’s mouth finds her huge breasts. The warm water making his touch even more intense. Her back arches pressing her extremely fit body closer to Paul. Her hands cradle his head holding him there.

“Help you perform?” Carrie laughs. Her voice is thick with amusement and arousal when she speaks. “You’ve been performing spectacularly all night. But if you need a little extra motivation I’m happy to provide.”

Carrie lets her head fall back. She is enjoying the sensation of Paul’s mouth on her. The water cascades over them mingling with the heat of his touch. Carrie continues.

“You want to warm up here? Fine. But I’m not letting you just watch.”Carrie slides a hand between them and she is finding Paul already hard and but not fully ready.” I want to feel you. Let me take care of you Paul. My favorite tool needs some encouragement. “

Carrie begins to move. Her hand in a slow teasing rhythm under the water. Her blue eyes locked on yours. “You like watching my huge breasts bounce? I’ll make sure you get a front row seat. But first Paul… let me make sure you’re as ready as I am.”

Paul just stays silent and makes no attempt to disturb Carrie. She is in control now. Paul’s silence is the permission Carrie needs. She takes it with a wicked smile. Her hand continues its slow slick rhythm under the water, but she can see the hunger in Paul’s blue eyes. She can feel the tension in his body. Paul wants more and so does Carrie. She sinks to her knees on the shower floor the warm water now hitting her shoulders and streaming down her back. Carrie looks up at Paul her hands guiding his huge dick towards her open mouth. She whispers to him.

“You want me to take care of you? Let me show you how much I love this gorgeous cock Paul. It is an honor to suck your wonderful beast.”

Carrie doesn’t wait for an answer. She takes Paul into her mouth slowly savoring the taste of clean skin and the faint lingering scent of them. The water runs over her face as she begin to move. Carrie’s tongue tracing every ridge and every vein. She uses her hand to stroke what her mouth can't take. She is setting a deep rhythmic pace. Carrie’s eyes stay locked on Paul’s watching his reactions. Carrie is seeing the pleasure she is giving Paul written on his face.

Carrie pulls back slightly. She is swirling her tongue around the huge cock head before taking Paul deep again. Her throat relaxing to take more of him. The sound of the shower mixes with the soft wet sounds Carrie is making and she loses herself in the act. The power of having Paul completely at her mercy like this is so powerful. Carrie loves the feeling of Paul growing even harder in her mouth. She loves the way Paul hips gives a slight involuntary thrust.

After a few minutes Carrie pulls off with a soft pop, catching her breath. She rests her cheek against Paul’s thigh. She is looking up at Paul her lips are swollen and her beautiful blue eyes are dark. Carrie has a satisfied expression on her beautiful face. She has succeeded. Paul is stone hard and ready again. She kisses the huge cock once more and then she tells Paul.

“Now it is time for me to ride you.¨

Paul gives Carrie a couple of towels. After that he lifts Carrie up in his arms. He turns off the shower and starts taking them back to the bedroom. Carrie cuddles up to him. She likes being in his strong arms. She kisses his shoulder as he slowly walks them back. He puts Carrie down at the bedside. They use both towels to dry. After that Paul lays down on the bed on his back. His huge cock rise’s majestically and Carrie looks at it with enormous lust.

Carries stands by the bed. She is watching Paul as he lays on his back. A powerful relaxed king on his throne. And there it is standing tall and very thick. The promise of more pleasure. Carrie’s mouth waters just looking at it. She climbs onto the bed straddling Paul’s hips. Her knees sinking into the mattress on either side of him. Carrie leans forward bracing her hands on his chest her blonde wet hair dripping onto his skin. She looks extremely horny.

“You have no idea how much I love this view.” Carrie tells him her voice is low and full of intent. “You laid out for me. All of this and your huge dick just for me tonight.”

Paul just loves how Carrie lusts for him. She seems to be extremely aroused. Maybe he is overthinking his impact on her but it feels like Carrie is starting to realize that fucking with Paul is going to be a regular thing. This is something she can look forward to. Having her favorite tool hard when she needs it. Carrie looks at Paul with a fabulous wanton expression. She is so horny and she shows it. Paul just loves that. He needs that.

Carrie reaches down wrapping her fingers around Paul’s thick shaft. She is guiding him to her entrance. Carrie is already slick and ready but even so the sheer size of Paul makes Carrie pause. She bites her lower lip concentrating. Carrie lowers herself slowly. Now the broad head is pressing against her stretching her open.

“Oh, fuck… .” Carrie grunts her face tightening into a grimace as she works to take Paul’s huge cock in. It’s a delicious burning stretch that steals her breath. Carrie sinks down two inches then stops breathing heavily. She is letting her body adjust. “You’re so big…Huge Paul. Love it but it is a struggle.” Carrie gasp out a shaky laugh escaping her “Every time I seems to forget just how much you fill me up.”

Carrie pushes down again taking another three inches. Her inner muscles fluttering in protest and welcome. It’s a slow deliberate conquest. Paul tries to help her. He grabs her muscular ass cheeks and draws them wide apart. He hopes to help her open up. When he starts kneading her strong buttocks that is more a selfish thing. It seems to help Carrie. She looks very pleased and thankful for his work.

After a minute and many more inches she finally seats herself fully taking Paul to the hilt. A deep, ragged moan tears from her throat as Carrie feels Paul buried completely inside her. Carrie stays there for a moment her head bowed, her hands splayed on his chest, just feeling the incredible fullness. She needs to adapt to the huge size for a little longer. Paul is fully buried in her tight wet pussy. Considering how much sex he has had earlier tonight his huge dick feels fantastic. This will be a pleasure to experience.

“There.” Carrie whispers looking down at Paul. Her beautiful blue eyes glazed with enormous lust and effort. “All yours. Now Paul let me show you what I can do with it. That is a lot. Feel like a Queen on the throne and it is a very happy and horny goddess that is going to ride her King next.”

Paul just slowly starts moving his hips. This is Carrie’s show and he doesn’t want to tell her how she should do it. However he wants her to feel how ready and hard he is for her. Her tight pussy feels fabulous. He wants to do more things with his hands but for now he just kneads her outstanding ass cheeks and slowly moves his hips.

The slow subtle movement of Paul’s hips beneath Carrie sends a fresh wave of sensation through her core. Carrie feels Paul’s readiness, his hardness. It is constant thrilling presence deep inside of her. Paul’s hands kneading her fabulous ass are apparently perfect for Carrie. It is a grounding touch that lets Carrie know that Paul is here with her enjoying every second. Carrie starts to move, lifting herself up slowly. She is almost completely off Paul then sinking back down with a controlled deliberate pace.

“I love this Paul.” Carrie whispers her blue eyes locked on his. I love watching your handsome face when I take you. I love knowing how hard you are just for me. And I love how tight you make me feel.”

Carrie begins to build a rhythm. Her thighs working as she rises and falls. Each movement a deep satisfying glide. Carrie’s huge breasts bounce with the motion and she knows Paul is watching them with hungry eyes. She lets one hand drift from Paul’s chest to her huge breast cupping it teasing him as she rides Paul. She whispers.

“You’re so deep Paul. “ Carrie gasps as she sinks down particularly hard. Her fit body is shuddering. “It’s like you’re reaching parts of me no one else ever touches.

Carrie’s pace gradually quickens. It is driven by the building heat in her belly. She leans forward bringing her lips close to Paul’s. Her movements are becoming more urgent more **** and more intense. She continues.

“I want to come like this Paul looking into your blue eyes. I want you to see exactly what you do to me. God help me but I love your huge hard dick. It was made for me to enjoy. A slut like me needs this wonderful equipment to get really really satisfied. So happy with my unusual decision with you Paul. Just knowing that I will see your huge dick more often is a huge thrill.”

Paul is getting more active with his hips. He helps Carrie to increase the pace but he makes sure that she is the one controlling things. However he has decided that his hands can take more initiatives. As he continues to kneads her muscular ass cheeks he starts moving them to and fro with the same rhythm as Carrie is riding him. He also slides a finger up in her tiny asshole.

Paul’s strong hands take charge of Carrie’s outstanding ass. He is moving her on his huge cock with a rhythm that matches her own. The control is intoxicating for Carrie. Paul is letting her ride him but Paul is guiding her owning her even now. Then Carrie feels it. The slick insistent press of Paul’s finger against her other hole. Her breath hitches a sharp grunt escaping her as Paul breaches that tight ring of muscle.

“Oh! You sneaky… “ Carrie moans and talks. Her rhythm is faltering for a second before she adapts to bearing down slightly to welcome the intrusion. “Yes… god, yes. You know me so well Paul. Take all of me. I want to feel you everywhere.”

The dual sensation is overwhelming. The deep full stretch of Paul’s huge cock in her tight pussy and the thrilling fullness of his finger in her ass. Carrie’s movements become more frantic and less controlled. She seems to be chasing the peak now. Her hips grinding down on Paul in tight circles. She moans and whispers to Paul.

“I'm so close.. Already.” Carrie pants her forehead is dropping to rest against Paul’s forehead. Her eyes are squeezed shut lost in the fabulous feeling. “Don't stop… . Just fill me up… claim every part of me. I mean …. I will just continue to ride your outstanding cock until I come. “

Some of Carrie’s sentences don’t make sense. She is overwhelmed by the amazing fuck and her strong feelings. She is in control and needs to continue riding him for her own satisfaction. Paul continues to kneads her strong buttocks and move them to and fro. He is missing seeing Carrie’s huge boobs bouncing around hopefully that will change when she probably becomes crazy with lust at the end.

The room is a hazy cocoon of sensation lit only by the faint glow from the bathroom. The air is still thick with the scent of them now mixed with the clean damp smell from their shower. The only sounds are the wet rhythmic slap of their bodies meeting, the ragged pull of Carrie’s breathing and the low approving groans coming from Paul beneath her. Paul’s hands on her juicy ass are firm and demanding. They are moving her with a rhythm that’s both his and Carrie’s. That clever finger buried in her tightest hole sends sharp bright sparks of pleasure straight to her core every time Carrie sinks down onto Paul. She whispers again.

“You’re trying to ruin me aren’t you Paul? Carrie gasps out. Her voice is shaking with the effort of my movements. She forces her beautiful eyes open wanting to see Paul. Carrie’s huge breasts sway heavily with each bounce and she knows that Paul is watching. So she arches her back a little more giving Paul the show he wants. Her huge knockers bounce around and Paul is actually getting harder. “You like seeing me like this? Totally lost, riding you like my life depends on it?”

Carrie slows her pace just for a moment grinding down in a deep circular motion that makes them both groan. Carrie leans forward and is bracing her hands on Paul’s shoulders. She is bringing her face close to Paul’s. Their breath mingles hot and quick.

“I can feel you everywhere Paul. In my wet pussy and in my ass… it’s like you’re stitching yourself into me.” Carrie whispers her lips brushing Paul’s as she speak. “And I love it. I want to stay right here, feeling you for many more hours. Fuck me all night long Paul. If anyone can do it, it is you Paul with me your favorite horny slut.”

But Carrie doesn’t let herself tip over the edge. She pulls back and is sitting up straight again taking a deep shuddering breath to steady the coil of pleasure tightening in her belly. Carrie resumes riding Paul. A determined steady rhythm now her strong thighs burning with the effort. Carrie wants to savor this to draw it out. She reaches down and take Paul’s hands from her gorgeous ass. She is guiding them up to her huge breasts instead. Paul cusps her big boobs and lets them continue to bounce in his hands.

“Here Paul.” Carrie says her voice is a husky command. “I want you to feel these too. Feel how hard my big nipples are for you. Play with them while I ride you. I want every part of you involved Paul.”

Carrie watches Paul’s face as his hands cups her huge breasts. His thumbs are now brushing over her sensitive peaks. The touch sends another jolt through Carrie. But she hold her orgasm at bay teasing both of them. Her movements are deliberate and powerful. Each rise and fall a promise of what’s to come but not yet. Carrie is in control and she is going to make this last until neither of them can stand it anymore.

Paul starts kneading her huge boobs. Once again he feels that they are real. That is remarkable considering how huge and perky they are. He loves playing with her big knockers. Glad that Carrie repositioned his hands. He pinches her stiff nipples and Carrie loves it. She is so close to another climax.

The sharp pinch on her stiff nipples makes Carrie cry out. A sound of pure unadulterated pleasure. Her back arches and she pushing her big breasts more firmly into Paul’s hands. “Yes! Just like that. God, your hands feel so good on me.” She is loving the way Paul plays with her huge melons and she tells him that.

Carrie quicken her pace again. Her control is starting to fray at the edges. The feeling of Paul’s hands on her huge breasts and his massive cock buried deep is a perfect storm of sensation. Carrie’s movements become less graceful and much more ****. She is chasing it now. Her gorgeous body is demanding release.

“Paul I can’t… I can’t hold back much longer. “ Carrie pants her head is falling forward. Her long blonde hair is creating a damp curtain around their faces.” I’m gonna come. I want you to come with me. Fill me up again. Claim me.”

Carrie’s rhythm becomes erratic. Her hips grinding down on Paul in frantic circles as the orgasm builds. It is a tidal wave she can no longer hold back. Paul tells her.

“Outstanding performance Carrie. Sorry to say but I have a long way to go. My stamina is legendary as you once told me. Come for me Carrie. It will not be for the last time tonight I can promise you that. Many more orgasms to come. “

The room is a blur of sensation and sound. The wet slap of their bodies, Paul’s ragged breathing beneath her and Carrie’s grunting and moans filling the air. Paul’s words are a challenge. It is a promise and they unravel the last thread of her control. Carrie feels Paul’s hands kneading her huge breasts and his huge cock is buried so deep inside her that Carrie can probably swear that she can feel it in her throat. She bursts out.

“Your stamina is legendary Paul. Carrie pants her voice is breaking.” I know that but I just forgot. “

The coil in Carrie’s belly snaps. It starts as a deep internal tremor a vibration that radiates from her core. Carrie’s eyes fly open wide but she sees nothing. The enormous pleasure is blinding white-hot and consuming. A wild very loud scream tears from her lips as Carrie’s body is convulses around Paul. Her wet pussy clenches in frantic rhythmic pulses that are milking Paul’s length but it’s more than that. A new pressure builds so rare and overwhelmingly deep within Carrie.

“Oh, God… Paul! “ Carrie screams loudly again. Her hips are stuttering in their frantic rhythm. Carrie feels a release but not just the tight shuddering climax she was expected. It’s a flood. A hot gushing rush that spills from her soaking Paul and the bed beneath us. She is squirting. It is torrent of release she has never felt before with Paul. The sensation is shocking embarrassing and utterly euphoric.

“I’m… I’m…” Carrie can’t even form the words. Her fit body is shaking uncontrollably and the fluid release mingling with the intense convulsing pleasure of her enormous orgasm. It feels like her very essence is pouring out of her. It is surrendering to Paul completely. The massive orgasm continues to run through her body in wave after wave. It continues forever. It never fades away. The overwhelming feeling keeps coming.

Carrie collapses forward. Her hands scrambling to grip Paul’s shoulders. Her forehead pressing against his chest as she shudders and sobs through the waves.

“It’s… so much…So enormous.” Carrie whispers hoarsely when she can finally speak again. The aftershocks are still rippling through her. Carrie’s inner muscles fluttering weakly around Paul’s still full hard cock. She is drenched, spent and trembling. Carrie lifts her head slowly. Her blue eyes meeting Paul’s. Her eyes are wide and ****.

“I didn’t know… I didn’t know I could squirt that much. Did you feel it? Did you feel me… giving you everything? Did you feel me gushing you completely?” She speaks to Paul and she has admiration in her voice.

Carrie manage a shaky breathless laugh. Her flirty confidence returning as she nuzzles against Paul. “Your legendary stamina might have just unlocked something new in me. And you promised it wouldn’t be the last time tonight and I believe you. But first… before we go on you’re going to have to move us. I think I just ruined the bed sheets.”

Paul moves and withdraws from Carrie. He lifts her of him and he starts moving. Paul lifts Carrie up and puts her down on the other side of the huge bed. She spreads her long slender legs for him. He immediately mounts her in the missionary position. They kiss is a deep and passionate kiss. She is exhausted and she needs a break.

However Paul moves his huge cock head in between her swollen pussy lips and starts penetrating Carrie. He is extremely gentle but his huge cock demands attention. Widen since just before Carrie slowly accepts his big dick. They kiss more. Carrie wraps her strong legs around Paul’s torso. He doesn’t start moving but occasionally he moves his huge cock a little to remind her of what is coming. He is now fully buried in her wet pussy. In all the way to the thick shaft.

The shift to Carrie’s back is gentle. But the feeling of Paul settling between her strong thighs, his weight a familiar and welcome pressure makes her heart race all over again. The deep searching kiss steals what little breath she has left. Carrie is exhausted and boneless. But the slow insistent press of Paul’s huge cock head against her swollen sensitive entrance has her body singing in a different tune. Carrie moans into Paul’s mouth as he begin to breach her. The stretch a delicious burning reminder of Paul’s size. Carrie legs wraps around Paul’s waist. Her heels are digging into the small of his back anchoring him to her. She whispers.

“You’re so gentle Paul. Carrie whisper against his lips when they finally break the kiss. Her voice is a ragged even tender thing. “After all that you’re still so careful with me.”

Paul don’t thrust not yet. He just holds himself there buried to the hilt. The occasional, tiny shift of his hips is a maddening perfect tease for Carrie. It’s a claiming but a patient one. Carrie can feel every thick inch of Paul. It is a constant thrilling presence. Carrie’s hands come up to cradle his handsome face. Her thumbs are stroking his jaw.

“Take your time.” Carrie continues to whisper. She is surprisingly tender and affectionate. Her beautiful blue eyes locked on Paul’s blue eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I want to feel you just like this. Just holding me and filling me up before you start moving again. It’s… romantic. In a filthy perfect way that I don’t normally approve of. You are really ruining me Paul. Just completely destroying me. My slutty filthy persona is being destroyed by your fabulous actions and care. Damn you Paul. “

Carrie presses a soft kiss to Paul’s lips. Then another one. She is letting herself melt into the intimacy of it. The frantic energy from before is gone replaced by a deep simmering connection. Carrie’s gorgeous body is still humming from the last orgasm. She is oversensitive and eager but this slow possession is its own kind of pleasure.

“ I can feel you… waiting Paul. I can feel how very hard you still are.” Carrie speaks a slowly a knowing smile spreading across her lips. “We are not done yet are we?”

Paul starts kissing Carrie a little bit more lustfully. He slowly starts to get her going again. His hands naturally gravitates to her ass and he gently starts kneading the firm buttocks again. Not to possessive at first just another friendly reminder.

Paul’s kisses deepens. They are turning from tenderly to hungry. Carrie meets that hunger with her own. The gentle kneading of her outstanding ass is a familiar welcome signal. The exhaustion is still there. It is pleasant ache in her muscles. But beneath it a new heat is stirring up. Carrie can feel it. It is slow insistent thrum starting deep in her core. She is responding to the weight of Paul inside her and the promise in his touch.

“Mmm... that's it. Carrie murmurs against Paul’s mouth. Her hands are sliding from his face down to his shoulders. The hands continues to Paul’s back feeling the powerful muscles there. “Don't rush Paul. Let me wake up for you again.”

Carrie shifts her hips experimentally. A slow subtle roll that makes both of them groan. The oversensitivity is fading replaced by a fresh building need. Her long slender legs tighten around Paul pulling him just a fraction deeper.

“You know Paul I thought perhaps I was done.” Carrie whispers her dark voice is a low intimate whisper. “But you're still here. You're still so very hard for me. And I'm starting to remember just how much I love fucking with you. My lust for you feels endless Paul. Please be patient and soon you will feel the benefits of your patience”

Carrie kisses Paul again. Much more passionately now. Her tongue is tangling with Paul’s. Her extremely fit body is coming back to life. The earlier intensity softening into a deep simmering desire. Carrie moves her hips again. A little more deliberately this time creating a slow grinding friction. She whispers again.

“I'm getting there Paul. I am actually getting there.” Carrie is breathing deeply. Her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening to meet Paul’s gaze. “Keep kissing me. Keep touching me. I want to want you so badly it hurts before you even start to move.”

Paul is thrilled that Carrie soon is ready. He is actually a bit surprised by how hard the previous orgasm was for her. Not like Carrie to be close to throw in the white flag. Paul kisses her with all the passion and lust he has. He really kisses her desperately and makes sure she understands how much this means to him.

Her big nipples are now hard and swollen again. Another fantastic sign. As he continues to knead her gorgeous ass he increases the movement. He wants to start pushing but he controls himself. Only when Carrie is fully committed he will start. Her best is definitely worth waiting for.

Paul’s **** passionate kisses are a language all their own. It is telling Carrie everything she needs to know. She can feel his restraint in the way Paul holds himself above her. The tension in his arms the controlled power in Paul’s hands as they knead her muscular ass with increasing urgency. Carrie’s body is responding. The earlier exhaustion is burning away under this new slow burning fire. Her big nipples are tight and aching, and she arches her back slightly, pressing her big breasts against Paul’s chest wanting him to feel them even more.

“You’re being so good for me… waiting so patiently. Carrie whispers between the kisses. Her voice is now husky with renewed desire. “But I can feel how much you want to move. I can feel it in every kiss, every touch. And now I want it too. I want it desperately. You have a unique way of making me extremely aroused Paul.”

Carrie slides her hands down to Paul’s hips. Her fingers are digging in. She gives a slow deliberate roll of her hips taking Paul just a fraction deeper. It is silent signal. The stretch is exquisite. It is a full very satisfying ache.

“I’m committed Paul.” Carrie whispers. Her blue eyes locking with Paul’s. Now all the playfulness is gone. It is replaced by raw open need. “I’m yours. I’m so ready. Stop being a gentleman and just fuck me, Paul. I want to feel you lose control. I want to feel you take what’s yours. Because surely by now you should understand how truly I am yours.”

Paul has been holding back for so long. His huge dick is stone hard and it feels so majestic. Carrie’s words and actions has made him enormously aroused. He has to get going. He can’t wait no more. His first trust is brutal even violent. He is over eager to finally fuck the fabulous Carrie again.

The first thrust is a revelation. It's not gentle not careful it's a brutal driving **** that slams Paul home stealing the air from Carrie’s lungs. Her eyes fly open wide. But there's no fear only a wild thrilling shock of pure pleasure. Her sharp nails scrape down Paul’s back as her body instinctively arches to take Paul even deeper.

“Yes!” Carrie screams out loud. The word is torn from her. ¨Fuck, just like that! Don't hold back Paul. Show me your true strength.¨

Paul’s eagerness, that raw unleashed power is exactly what Carrie asked for. The slow simmering connection explodes into a raging fire. Carrie meets Paul’s next thrust with one of her own. Her hips rising off the bed to drive Paul even deeper inside of her. The wet slapping sound of their bodies meeting fills the room again. It is frantic and obscene rhythm. Paul is already pounding Carrie hard.

“Harder!” Carrie demands more. Her sexy voice is breaking on the words. ¨I want to remember every single hard thrust Paul. Claim me even though I am already yours. “

Paul is pounding Carrie extremely hard now. His huge cock is creating havoc deep down in her fabulous pussy. She is soaking wet and her delicious snatch is once more just perfect, but the tasty cunt is under heavy attack from his huge dick. Paul kneads her muscular ass cheeks harder. Draws her buttocks with the same rhythm as his hips are moving to and fro. His final touch is to drill a finger up in her tiny asshole.

The world narrows to this point of brutal perfect connection. Paul is pounding into Carrie with a **** that drives the breath from her body with every impact. Carrie’s pussy is clenching around Paul’s huge cock a soaked welcoming vise. The sharp bright sting of Paul’s finger breaching her fabulous ass again makes Carrie see stars. She is completely pinned completely owned and yet she has never felt more alive.

“That’s it!” Carrie screams. Her head is thrashing back against the pillows. “Fuck me, ruin me! Take every hole, claim all of me!”

Her strong legs are locked around Paul like a vise. Her heels are urging him on. She is babbling. Her words tumbling out between ragged grunts. “I can feel you everywhere… you’re actually splitting me open… god, don’t stop, don’t ever stop!. Keep going Paul.”

The dual penetration is overwhelming. It is a filthy perfect torment that has her second orgasm coiling tight and **** in her belly. It’s building faster than the first, sharper. It is fed by Paul’s violent and possessive rhythm. “I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come so hard for you Paul.” Carrie screams out what is happening to her.

Paul loves the fact that Carrie is close. He has still a long way to go and this time when Carrie comes he is just going to fuck her through it all. He always love how her delicious pussy gets so much tighter during her orgasm. Now he is going to enjoy that. He is just going to continue to pound her tasty pussy violently hard during her orgasm. She will love that. Carrie is an outstanding lover and her hunger is endless.

The promise in Paul’s relentless rhythm is clear. He is not stopping not even when Carrie shatters. The thought sends a fresh **** thrill through Carrie. Her fit body is tightening every muscle coiling. The enormous pressure from Paul’s huge cock and that wicked finger pushing her toward the edge. She screams out again.

“Don’t you dare slow down Paul. Don’t even think about it. I want to feel you fucking me hard through it… I want to feel every second…”

And then it suddenly breaks. Carrie’s massive orgasm crashes over her. It is a brutal convulsing wave that makes her back bow off the bed. A raw guttural scream tears from her throat as Carrie’s pussy clenches around Paul’s massive dick in frantic rhythmic pulses. It is gripping his huge cock with a vice like intensity. The sensations are blinding. The deep pounding thrusts the relentless fullness the exquisite stretch, all of it magnified a thousand times by the climax shaking Carrie apart. Carrie just continues to come violently. The orgasm doesn't slow down. In wave after wave the powerful orgasm runs through her whole body. Tremendous orgasm again.

“Yes… yes… fuck!” Carrie sobs her hands scrambling for grip on Paul’s sweat slick back. “It’s so deep. Paul you’re so deep. How do you make me come this hard every freaking time?”

True to his word Paul doesn’t stop. Paul drives into Carrie through every shudder and every clenching spasm. Paul is using her tight trembling body for his own pleasure. The overstimulation is almost too much. It is a sweet brutal agony that has tears leaking from the corners of her eyes. Paul loves it. Her pussy is extremely tight and he pounds her like never before. He abuses her super tight snatch. Very very deep and in a furious speed. Carrie is completely helpless. She is completely Paul’s. She is riding out the storm of her own pleasure while Paul claims every last bit of it.

When the worst of the tremors finally subside leaving her boneless and gasping Carrie manages to open her eyes. She looks up at Paul her vision is blurred and her expression one of shattered blissful wonder.

“Your turn… Paul. Carrie whisper hoarsely. Her lips are curling into a weak flirty smile. “Show me what that legendary stamina can really do. I’m here for your pleasure now. Use me in whatever way you want. You deserve that. ”

Paul has been pounding Carrie mercilessly hard during her orgasm. Now he is getting closer but he is not on the edge yet. He commands Carrie.

“Carrie move your feet up to my shoulders. I know you really love that position. I intend to claim you now. However it might take some time so why not just find out what you really are made of. I think you are underestimating yourself. I actually think you are good for another climax. “

Paul is then a little bit dirty with her as the slides another finger up into her asshole. Paul’s command is a low thrilling growl and Carrie obeys without hesitation. She slides her feet up resting her heels on Paul’s shoulders. She is opening herself up to Paul even more. The angle is deeper and more ****. She feels a fresh dizzying rush as Paul sinks into her at this new slant. Then Carrie feels it. The slick insistent press of a second finger joining the first in her ass. A sharp, shocked cry punches out of her. Carrie’s body arching off the bed.

“Two?” Carrie gasps her eyes flying wide. The stretch is intense. It is borderline painful, but it's wrapped in so much pleasure it just makes her head spin. “You're a fucking devil... trying to see what breaks first.” Carrie speaks and her voice is starting to crack.

Paul seems to be right. The exhaustion is there. It is pleasant ache in her bones. But beneath it a stubborn answering heat is stirring up again. It's a slower burn this time fed by the filthy overwhelming fullness and the raw possessiveness in Paul’s hard thrusts. Carrie reaches down. Her fingers tangling in her own wetness before finding her clit. Carrie circles the swollen nub her touch frantic. She is trying to coax her oversensitive body back to the edge. She sounds a little bit more optimistic when she speaks again. She has been listening to Paul and she is trying to figure out if he is right.

“You think I've got another one in me?” Carrie pants. She is meeting Paul’s relentless pace with a shaky roll of her hips. “Let's find out. Fuck me like you're trying to prove a point. I want to earn it.”

Paul likes Carrie’s challenge. He must make her come again. In the adjusted position he can actually get deeper in Carrie and he uses that fact to make his point. He pounds her over and over again. But with the new angle and with a new approach he hits her cervix. That will probably be too much or spark something new. He also reaches for the mini bullet. It has been resting on the bed. He starts it and gives it to the hand that Carrie uses for her clitoris. Her hand is probably good but an object can perhaps increase the pleasure.

The new angle is devastating. Each deep driving thrust now ends with a sharp shocking impact against Carrie’s cervix. It's a feeling that borders on pain. It is a profound internal collision that steals her breath and makes her vision blur. Carrie cries out. It is a sound caught between a gasp and a sob. But Carrie doesn’t tell Paul to stop. She loves it. Carrie loves this brutal claiming ****. Her hand slick and frantic on her clit is joined by the insistent buzzing hum of the mini bullet. The dual sensation, the deep punishing penetration and the sharp electric vibration, sends a fresh jagged bolt of pleasure straight to her core. She can hardly speak but she does.

“Oh, God… Paul you're hitting so deep… .” Carrie pants her head is thrashing side to side on the pillow. The coil of another orgasm begins to tighten. It is a slow inevitable pressure building from that point of impact. “It's too much… it's perfect… Paul”

Carrie takes the bullet from Paul’s hand. She guiding it herself pressing it firmly against her clit. The vibration mixes with the relentless rhythm of his hips. It is creating a feedback loop of sensation that has Carrie trembling on a knife's edge. She is already so close. Carrie can feel it gathering. It is a storm about to break. But she remember Paul’s challenge. Carrie grits her teeth. She is forcing her hips to still for a moment. She is riding out the thrusts without meeting them trying to slow the inevitable.

“Not yet…Paul.” Carrie whispers. Her voice is strained with the effort of holding back. “You wanted to see what I'm made of? I'm made for this. I can take it. Keep going. **** me. Stretch me. Make me beg for it, but don't let me come until you say I can.”

Paul screams at her. He is furious with her. “Stop cheating Carrie. For the love of god move your fabulous hips.”

Paul’s command roared with such raw frustration is the final spark. A wild wicked laugh bursts out from Carrie and she surrenders completely. Carrie slams her hips up to meet Paul’s next brutal thrust. It is a very hard answering crash that makes both of them groan. The control she was trying to grasp shatters. Carrie gives herself over to the rhythm Paul is moving with and she is moving together with him. She is taking every brutal deep pounding with pleasure.

“There! Is that what you want?!” Carrie screams back. Her voice is ragged and actually triumphant.” You want me to fuck you back? I’ll fuck you back until the bed breaks!”

The vibration from the bullet is a constant screaming counterpoint to the deep, punishing impacts. Carrie is so close it’s a physical ache a tight screaming knot in her belly. Her eyes are locked on Paul’s. She is blazing with defiance and **** need.

“I’m begging now!” Carrie gasps her rhythm becoming frantic, erratic. “Please, Paul… let me come. I need to come on your cock. I need to feel you own this one, too.”

Paul is extremely pleased with the development. Imagine making Carrie beg for it. He pounds her over and over again. He is so close and Carrie’s tight pussy is so delicious. He wants to come before Carrie actually. Give her a small victory. But he just can’t come. Suddenly Carrie squeezes his big balls hard. The shock and the sensation is tremendous. It feels so wrong and so damn good.

His huge cock head opens up and starts shooting out semen fast. His orgasm is massive. He spray paints her lovely pussy walls. In wave after wave he pumps out sperm into the pussy. Over and over again he comes deep in Carrie. He never stops. His huge load floods her snatch. He is spent but in his enormous orgasm he isn’t sure about Carrie’s climax. With the absolute final strength that he has he continues to pound her to give her a chance to come. He continues by shear determination. He must make Carrie come. Nothing else matters.

The sudden sharp squeeze of Carrie’s hand around Paul’s big balls is an act of pure **** instinct. Carrie feels the immediate shocking response in Paul’s body. The way Paul tenses and the guttural roar that tears from his throat. And then the incredible pulsing flood of heat deep inside her. Carrie cries out. It is a sound of pure savage victory mixed with overwhelming sensation as she feels Paul erupt. In wave after wave he is painting her insides.

“Yes! Fill me up Paul! Carrie sobs. Her own climax teetering on the edge. It is only held back by the sheer shock of feeling Paul come so violently. But Paul doesn’t stop. Even totally spent Paul keeps moving. Those final powerful thrusts a gift and a promise. That's all it takes for Carrie. The coil snaps.

Carrie’s third orgasm of the fuck hits her with a deep rolling quake. A frantic high pitch scream. “PAUUUUL” Is followed by more profound shuddering surrender. Carrie’s pussy milks Paul’s still spurting cock. Her body is convulsing in slow rhythmic waves as she feel Paul’s seed and her pleasure mix in a hot messy flood. Her orgasm is another massive one. She actually starts howling from the sensation. She just continues to ride on the climax wave. It lasts a lifetime.

Carrie clings to Paul. Her legs slipping from his shoulders to wrap weakly around his hips. She is still holding Paul deep inside her as we both shake through the aftermath.

“Oh, fuck... Paul. “ Carrie whispers. Her voice is utterly wrecked. Her face is buried in the crook of Paul’s neck. Carrie is trembling. She is soaked in sweat and sperm. She is completely and utterly ruined. “You... you came so much. I can feel it... I'm full of you.“

Carrie manages to lift her head. She is looking up at Paul through bleary satisfied eyes. She gives Paul a slow, exhausted, but utterly smug smile.

“Told you I had another one in me. But you... you legendary bastard. You actually made me beg. And then you drowned me. I think you win. Or maybe it was a well deserved tie. Either way I think we both know that both of us are winning constantly.”

Paul is still very exhausted. But he desperately needs to kiss Carrie. He is almost unable to move. He hopes that Carrie will understand his need.

Carrie sees the exhaustion in Paul’s eyes. The way his powerful body is finally spent. But she also see the need. The raw tender desire to connect beyond the physical frenzy. Carrie understands it completely.

“My poor magnificent man.” Carrie murmurs. Her voice is soft, hoarse and uncharacteristically tender. Carrie shift beneath Paul. Her body aching and very satisfied. She wraps her arms around Paul’s neck. Carrie pulls Paul down to her. She is meeting his lips in a slow deep kiss. It’s not hungry or **** anymore. It is a gentle lingering one a silent exchange of gratitude and awe.

“ I feel you… all of you Paul.” Carrie whispers against his lips when they finally part. Her hands are stroking through his hair. “And I feel so claimed. So… completely yours.”

Carrie keeps kissing Paul. Just soft pecks on his lips, his jaw, his forehead. They both lie there tangled and breathless. Pauls’s weight a welcome anchor on her exhausted body. “Rest on me. Just for a minute. Let me hold you while you recover. Because I have a feeling we’re not done yet. I know I am not done Paul. As you said before my hunger for you is endless. If you let me I will show you how endless it truly is.”