Dacapo with Gun of course

Gun has just straddled Paul in the sofa. They both needed a rather long break after the first sensational fuck. Gun came four times and she squirted richly for the very first time. Gun was very exhausted after the extremely physical sex. She was not especially interested in another session right away.

They are both sitting naked together. Well Gun has her black high heels on. After being very exhausted earlier now Gun has gotten her grove back. Paul can definitely feel her heat and her dampness. He loves it when Gun gets really excited. They have just kissed a little bit and Paul is also getting aroused. Talking with Gun about all the great sex in their past has made him very horny. But now it is time to create new fantastic memories. He tells the blonde busty Gun.

“Love that you are horny for me again. I could do what you are suggesting Gun. Eventually I will fuck you from behind standing up against the huge mirror. But aren’t you missing a golden opportunity here Gun. I think I could need some help to get fully erect again.”

Gun lets out a soft delighted gasp as Paul’s meaning fully registers. Her gaze drops between them and a wicked smile curves her thin sexy lips. Of course. How could Gun be so neglectful? She laughs and tells Paul the good news.

“You're absolutely right. A golden opportunity, almost wasted.”

Gun slides down Paul’s body in one smooth well practiced motion. The black high heels finding the floor as she kneels before Paul on the plush carpet. Her hands are gentle but sure as she guide him. She is taking Paul’s half-hard length in one palm and his heavy sac in the other. Gun looks up at Paul through her lashes. Her voice a husky murmur.

“Let me remind you what my mouth is for. My favorite tool is available again.”

Gun doesn’t start with Paul’s cock. She start lower leaning in to press a soft open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin of his inner thigh then another. Her lips travel slowly teasingly, until she nuzzles against Paul’s huge balls. She is breathing in his musky familiar scent. Gun takes one ball gently into her mouth. She is swirling her tongue around the taut skin. She is savoring the weight and texture feeling Paul twitch against her cheek. Paul is reminded how skillful she is. Very eager to. Great combination.

Only when Gun hears Paul’s breathing hitch does she begin her ascent. She traces the thick vein along the underside with the tip of her tongue. It is a slow and torturous journey north. Gun’s focus is absolute. When she finally reaches the broad flared head, Gun pauses. Her lips are just a whisper away. Gun knows how sensitive Paul is here the memory is etched into her forever.

Gun doesn’t take Paul in. Not yet. Instead she flick her wet tongue directly over his slit. Gun then circles the swollen corona with deliberate wet strokes. Her beautiful blue eyes are locked on Paul’s. She is watching every flicker of reaction as she uses the flat of her tongue to lavish attention on that most sensitive ridge. Her hand is stroking Paul’s thick shaft in a slow matching rhythm. Her other hand cups his big balls applying a gentle rolling pressure.

Gun can feel Paul thickening and hardening pulsing against her tongue. The taste of him is clean and salty and uniquely Paul. It is an aphrodisiac. A soft needy sound escapes her own throat as she finally part her lips and takes just the engorged head into the warm wet heat of her mouth. Gun is applying a gentle suction. Her tongue never ceasing its slow worshipful circles.

Paul loves the way Gun is treating him. The slow start and now her fabulous work on his huge cock. She remembers everything. Paul tells her lyrically as he grunts.

“Gun you are a master of treating my huge cock outstanding. Just a few more swirls and I am fully ready. Can’t wait to penetrate your tight pussy again.

Gun hums softly in response the vibration traveling through Paul's sensitive flesh. Gun knows how Paul feels it by the way his hips lifts slightly off the sofa. Gun takes his command and she obeys. Her tongue is swirling in slow lavish circles around the huge head. Then Gun is dipping into the slit before tracing the frenulum with deliberate feather-light flicks. Her hand continues its steady rhythmic stroke along his thick shaft. Gun's grip is firm and knowing.

Her gaze remains locked on Paul’s. Her beautiful blue eyes dark with intent and a flicker of playful reverence. Gun can see the exact moment the last of Paul’s fatigue is burned away by pure sharp arousal. Gun feels Paul swell to his full very impressive hardness against her wet tongue. It is a throbbing solid weight that makes her core clench in sympathetic hunger.

Only then does Gun slowly and deliberately take Paul deeper. She is letting her throat relax as she sink down until her lips meet the base of Paul’s huge shaft. Gun holds there for a long breathless moment. She is letting Paul feel the total surrender of the act before drawing back with a slick obscene sound with her tongue pressed firmly against Paul’s underside.

It has taken Gun hours to achieve this skill. Not an easy task with Paul’s huge cock. She is proud of her ability to take Paul fully in. She should be proud it was fabulous to feel that again for Paul. Gun certainly knows how to please his huge dick. Now he is stone hard and ready for some serious action.

Gun releases Paul with a soft pop. Her lips are glistening. She doesn’t wipe her mouth. She lets Paul see the evidence of her fabulous work. She whispers seductively.

“Convinced enough for you, my love?”

Gun’s voice is rough. It is raw with her strong desire. She rises up slightly. Her hands are sliding up Paul’s strong thighs. The black high heels making her tall and elegant even in this very submissive pose. Gun is ready. She is more than ready. The anticipation is a live wire under her smooth skin. She whispers.

“Now, about that mirror. Or do you plan to keep me on my knees all morning?”

Paul is stone hard. Gun has done a fabulous job. He thinks about fucking her from behind against the huge mirror. Great position and he absolutely must do that. However Gun will most likely come a couple of times before he erupts. So maybe start in another position. He tells Gun.

“Aren’t you missing another golden opportunity here Gun. If I might suggest you stay somewhat on your knees. Not exactly. But why don’t you straddle me here in the sofa. Ride me in the Cowgirl position. Use my huge cock in whatever way you want. Especially now when you made me this hard and fully erect.”

Gun lets out a sharp delighted laugh at Paul’s wonderful suggestion. A fresh wave of heat flooding through her at the sheer promise in his words. Her blue eyes gleam with a mix of challenge and pure unadulterated hunger. She whispers.

“You read my mind. I was just thinking how much I wanted to be on top.”

Gun rises from her knees in one fluid motion. Her black high heels giving her a steady elegant lift. Gun doesn’t hesitate. She swings one long leg over Paul’s hips. She is straddling him on the sofa. Her hands coming to rest on Paul’s broad shoulders for balance. Gun can feel Paul’s hard thick length pressing against her damp heat and her breath catches. She whispers in ore.

“God Paul, you feel even bigger from this angle.”

Gun position herself. She is guiding Paul with one hand. Her gaze is locked on Paul’s. Gun lower herself slowly. Her teeth are sinking into her lower lip in concentration. The broad head parts her and she grunts gasp. It is a sharp involuntary sound. It's a huge stretch a strong delicious burning ache that Gun has almost forgotten in the aftermath of their earlier frenzy. She grunts.

“You're too much. Always too much.”

Gun grimaces. She is pausing as she is only halfway or so seated. Her inner muscles fluttering wildly around the invading pressure. Gun’s strong thighs trembles with the effort to control her descent. Gun takes a deep, shuddering breath. Her sharp nails digging lightly into Paul’s skin. She continues.

“Give me a second. I need to remember how to breathe around you.”

Gun closes her eyes. She is focusing and then with a slow deliberate roll of her hips she sinks down another inch or so. A low moan escapes her. It takes another minute of careful agonizingly slow movements. Her body is gradually yielding and stretching to accommodate Paul before Gun finally settles fully onto Paul’s lap. She is finally taking Paul to the hilt.

Gun lets out a long shaky exhale. Her forehead is dropping to rest against Paul’s. Gun is utterly impaled. She is filled to the point of sweet agony. Her body trembles around Paul. She is adjusting to the profound fullness of Paul’s huge cock. She whispers again.

“There. All yours. Now let me show you how much I missed this.”

Paul finally gets balls deep. In all the way to the thick shaft. Gun has been struggling with his size and Paul has been watching her actually with some pride. A sex goddess like Gun still struggling to accommodate his big dick. He sort of enjoys it. Paul grabs Gun’s muscular ass cheeks. He draws them wide apart. Hopefully it helps her. But again he is selfish. He starts kneading her muscular buttocks. He loves her strong derrière.

Paul’s strong hands on Gun’s firm ass are a brand possessive and rough. He is pulling her apart just a little further. The stretch inside Gun becomes even more intense. A sharp breathtaking fullness that makes her cry out softly against his lips. But it does help. It is letting Gun’s body open and accept Paul completely. She feels a bead of sweat trace a path down her spine as she finally and fully relax onto Paul. Her inner walls clenching in a slow welcoming pulse. Gun whispers one more time.

“Don't stop Paul. I love it when you manhandle me.”

Gun begins to move. A slow experimental roll of her hips. She is grinding against Paul to savor the deep internal friction. The sensation is overwhelming. The hard press of Paul’s pubic bone against her clit and the very thick stretch inside. Her hands slide from his shoulders to tangle in Paul’s hair as Gun finds a rhythm. She is rising up until just the huge head remains inside her then sinking back down with a controlled deliberate slowness that makes them both groan loudly.

Gun picks up the pace. Her breathing coming in ragged pants. The sofa cushions are soft beneath her knees. Her high heels braced against the sofa for leverage. Each downward stroke is a surrender and each upward lift a tantalizing tease. Gun can feel the familiar delicious tension coiling tight in her belly again. A brilliant heat building with every deep claiming stroke. She talks a bit louder this time.

“Look at me. Watch me take every inch of you. This is what you do to me.”

Gun’s voice is broken with the effort and pleasure. She leans back arching her spine. She is letting Paul see the full unashamed display of her gorgeous body as she rides Paul. Her huge breasts bouncing heavily. Her stomach is taut and her beautiful face a mask of ecstatic concentration. Gun’s movements become more urgent and more ****. Her strong thighs burning as she drive herself down onto Paul again and again chasing that tremendous peak only Paul can give her.

When Gun gets going for real Paul starts moving her hips in rhythm to her movements. The synchronization is outstanding. They understand each other so well. He continues to knead and squeeze her fabulous ass cheeks. Now he also starts moving her buttocks to and fro with the rhythm of the fuck. He lusts for her huge bouncing knockers. They are exciting to watch. But since Gun is so wonderfully tall they should be better placed elsewhere. Gun normally lets him suck on her round globes.

The perfect synchronization of their hips is like a dance they never forgot. Their bodies moving in a rhythm that's pure instinct. Paul’s strong hands on Gun’s juicy ass guides her. He is controlling the depth and pace and she surrenders to it completely. She is letting Paul set the punishing tempo. Gun’s movements become more frantic. Her strong thighs are screaming as she drive down onto Paul chasing the delicious friction.

“You're amazing but these belong in your mouth.” Gun smiles and indicates what is coming next for Paul.

With a gasp Gun leans forward. She is bracing her hands on Paul’s manly chest. The shift in angle is immediate and very profound. Her huge breasts now hang heavy and are swaying tantalizingly close to Paul’s face with every bounce. The new position lets Paul’s huge cock sink even deeper and a sharp cry escapes Gun as he hit a spot thats makes her vision blur.

“Better? Now you can watch them more closely or maybe taste them. Your choice. Just don't stop moving me.”

Paul immediately starts sucking on one of Gun’s huge breasts. The very busty blonde has outstanding boobs. He enjoys sucking and licking on them. Her big nipples are hard and swollen. The he stops sucking her breast and puts his face at the exact distance that makes her huge boobs bounce just lightly against his face. It is an experiment and it works for the moment.

Guns lets out a wild breathless laugh as Paul's face becomes the perfect target for each heavy sway of her huge breasts. The soft firm impact with every downward stroke is a bizarrely intimate percussion. The sensation sends a jolt of pure heat straight to Gun's core. She laughs and tells Paul.

¨You're a genius. A perverted wonderful genius.¨

Gun's rhythm falters for a moment as a particularly deep thrust steals her breath. Her inner muscles clamping down on Paul in a sudden intense spasm. She digs her nails into his chest her body arching. Gun moans and talk. She is getting close.

¨Oh god, right there… don't you dare stop.¨

Gun starts moving again. Her hips rolling in tight **** circles. She is grinding against Paul to maximize the contact. The sight of Paul there his face being caressed by her fit body with every move is absurdly erotic. Gun heads falls back a string of ragged moans falling from her lips as Gun feels the climax beginning to build. A brilliant unstoppable wave.

Paul just keeps moving his hips and kneading and moving her muscular ass cheeks together and apart. This is Gun’s show. She is doing a fabulous job and he is stone hard. Paul grunts. Gun is eager and she rides him with wonderful technique. He can feel and see that she is close. He wants her to come but he isn’t sure how to exactly help her.

Gun can feel the tension coiling impossibly tight. It is white-hot knot in her belly that’s ready to snap. Paul grunts and the rough possessive way he handle her outstanding ass are pushing Gun right to the edge. But she is hovering there. She is trembling needing just one more thing. She almost screams at Paul.

“Touch me. Please. Just your thumb, right on my clit.”

Gun’s voice is a ragged **** plea. She is so close she can taste it. Her entire body strung tight like a bowstring. Gun keeps her hips moving in those frantic grinding circles. Her huge breasts still swaying against Paul’s face with every motion. Her inner walls fluttering wildly around Paul’s impressive length.

Of course Paul should start rubbing her sensitive clit. He is able to reach her clit without removing his hands from her muscular ass cheeks. His thumb then touches her swollen clit. He moves around until he hits one of Gun’s sweet spots. He can see it in her face that she loves it. He tries another little trick. He bites gently on of her big nipples. Gradually increasing the strength of his bite.

The moment Paul’s thumb finds that perfect swollen spot and begins to move in slow insistent circles Gun knows that she is lost. A sharp electric jolt shoots straight up her spine and her entire body seizes. Then Paul bites down on her big nipple. The sharp sting of pain cutting through the overwhelming pleasure. That is the final perfect key that unlocks everything. Gun screams to Paul.

“Oh, Paul… I’m coming… I’m coming!”

The orgasm doesn’t crests it detonates. It rips through Gun with a **** that steals the air from her lungs. It is a blinding white-hot wave of pure sensation that starts deep in her core and radiates out to her fingertips and toes. Gun’s back arches violently. Her head thrown back as a raw guttural scream tears from her throat. “PAUL AGAIN” Gun screams as the powerful orgasm hits her desperately hard. Her inner muscles clamp down on Paul in a rapid uncontrollable series of pulses. She is milking his impressive length as the pleasure washes over her in endless shuddering waves.

Gun can feel her own wetness flooding between them. She hears the slick obscene sounds of their joining as her hips buck and grind against Paul of their own accord. She is still chasing every last drop of the ecstasy. The world narrows to the points of contact. The exquisite stretch of Paul inside her and the rough pad of his thumb on her clit together with the sharp sweet ache of Paul’s teeth on her huge breast. It feels like flying and shattering all at once. A release so profound it borders on pain.

Slowly and trembling violently the waves begin to subside. It is leaving Gun boneless and gasping. She collapses forward onto Paul’s manly chest. Her sweat-slick skin sticking to his. Her breathing coming in ragged hot pants against Paul’s neck. Gun can feel her heartbeat thundering in hers ears. A frantic drum slowly returning to a steady rhythm. She can hardly speak but she does.

“Don’t… don’t you dare stop moving. I’m not done with you. I just needed… to take the edge off.”

Gun’s voice is a shattered hoarse whisper but her hands are already moving. She is sliding down to grip Paul’s hips. Her body is already beginning a slow sensual roll again even as it still trembles with the powerful aftershocks. Gun presses a soft open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of Paul’s throat. She tells Paul.

“Your turn. Fuck me through it. I want to feel you lose control inside me.”

Paul loved feeling and seeing Gun come so violently. He moves his hips much slower and he tries to calm Gun down. In her enormous excitement she has forgotten the next phase. He grabs her ass cheeks again and he slows her down more directly. Gun is a bit surprised but she is so exhausted and she doesn’t mind the slow steady pace. It feels a more intimate and Gun leans more upwards and she kisses Paul deeply and passionately. A tender moment is slowly developing.

The sudden deceleration is a shock to Gun’s overloaded system. But as Paul’s firm hands steady her and his lips meet Gun’s she understands. The frantic **** energy melts into something deeper and more profound. Gun surrender to the kiss. She is letting it anchor her. Gun’s tongue is sliding against Paul’s in a slow intimate dance that mirrors the new deliberate rhythm of our bodies.

Gun feel every inch of Paul now. The slow drag and fill a luxurious torturous pleasure that builds from the embers of her enormous climax. Gun’s hands frames Paul’s face her thumbs stroking his cheekbones as she break the kiss their foreheads touching.

“You're right. This is better. I was getting greedy.”

Gun’s voice is soft and reverent. She lets her hips find a new undulating rhythm. It is a slow grind that emphasizes the deep full connection rather than frantic friction. Her beautiful blue eyes drift closed as she is savors the sensation. The way her still-quivering muscles flutter around Paul with each gentle thrust is lovely.

“It feels like… coming home. Every time.” Gun whisper to Paul.

Gun opens her blue eyes. Her gaze is soft and unfocused with pleasure. A slow tender smile touches her thin sexy lips. Gun leans down to kiss Paul again. A much softer kiss this time lingering on the taste of him and her mingled together. She continues.

“Don't rush. Let me feel all of you, just like this, for as long as I can.”

Paul enjoys the tender moment with Gun. She looks a bit **** and her face softens as they continue to kiss and touch each other. Paul is still stone hard. Gun seems to have totally forgotten about idea was to fuck her from behind standing up. Back in the days it was both favorite position. He doesn’t want to address that. He just slowly continues to move along to the slow steady pace. It is the quiet before the storm.

Gun feels the shift in the air between them. It is the quiet before the storm. Paul is carefully holding at bay. Gun knows that look in Paul’s blue eyes. The patient hunger of a predator who's happy to let his prey rest before the final pounce. It makes Gun shiver even as she stays pliant and yielding in his strong arms. She whispers with a smile

“You're thinking about the mirror, aren't you Paul?”

Gun whispers it against Paul’s lips. A knowing smile playing at the corner of her mouth. Her hips never stop their slow languid roll. She is keeping Paul deep inside her as she feels Paul’s stillness and his coiled restraint. Gun continues.

“I can always tell. You get this particular tension in your shoulders. It is like you're measuring the distance from here to the wall. I remember how you used to press me against it. My palms flat on the glass watching your reflection as you took me hard and deep from behind.”

Gun lets her head fall back exposing the long column of her throat, a gesture of pure trust and invitation. Her voice drops to a husky murmur laced with anticipation.

“Don't think I've forgotten the plan. I just needed to remember how to breathe first. But now I'm ready. The quiet is over.”

Gun slows her movements to a complete stop. She is still seated fully on Paul. Gun meets his gaze with a look of smoldering challenge. Her hands slide from his shoulders to cup Paul’s jaw tilting his face up to hers.

“So whenever you're ready my love. Take me to that mirror. Remind me what it feels like to be completely owned by you. I've been a very good girl recovering my strength. Now I want my fabulous reward.”

It is finally time. Paul can’t hardly control his emotions. Finally. Yes finally fucking the sex goddess Gun Berglund again from behind standing up. Gun is still fully seated. It feels wonderful but they have to separate. Gun smiles when she can see that Paul has made up his mind. She withdraws and with a gymnastics move gets up from the couch. Paul also gets up. His huge cock stands out from his body like a huge thick pole. Paul lifts Gun up. It is part of the procedure. He starts carrying her to the huge mirror.

Gun wraps her arms around Paul’s neck. Her high heels dangling as he lift her effortlessly. Being carried like this always makes her feel delicate cherished and utterly claimed. Gun loves this part. She tells Paul her memories. “ I remember the first time you did this. You nearly dropped me because I was laughing so hard.”

Paul strides toward the huge mirror. Gun’s body is held tight against Paul’s. She nuzzles into his neck breathing Paul in. Gun continues on memory lane. “Every time after that you’d carry me a little farther. To the bedroom, the kitchen counter… once, all the way to the balcony.”

Gun’s sexy dark voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper as they approaches the reflective glass. “But this… this was always my favorite. I’d watch your face in the mirror. I see the raw need in your eyes as you positioned me. It was like watching my own fantasy come to life. So don’t be gentle. I want to see that look again.”

Paul slowly puts Gun down behind the huge mirror. Her beautiful face is seen in the reflection. Gun arches her gorgeous ass out and she widens her stance. Her long slender legs looks amazing in her high heels. Her body always looked best in high heels. Paul gets behind Gun. He bends forward and he starts licking her left ass cheek. Slowly from the bottom up to her top he licks her buttock. He then kisses her lower back and spine.

Gun shivers as Paul’s tongue traces a slow wet path up the curve of her muscular ass. The sensation both intimate and shockingly carnal. Her hands flatten against the cool glass of the mirror. Her breathing starts fogging a small circle as Gun watches Paul’s reflection behind her. Her stance widens further, it is an unspoken invitation. It is a very impressive derrière especially if you consider her age. Gun whispers to Paul.

“I always forget how much I love that. It feels so reverent. Like you're worshiping every part of me Paul. You are the assman. Don’t deny how much you love my juicy ass.”

Gun arches her back deeper. She is presenting herself fully. Her gaze is locked on Paul’s reflected eyes in the glass. A soft anticipatory sigh escapes her. She loves being worshipped. She can’t deny that obvious feeling. She continues to speak.

¨You know I used to practice this stance in these heels. Just for you. I wanted my silhouette to be perfect for you dear. “

Paul’s wet tongue reaches the top of her cheek and Gun bites her lower lip. Her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before forcing them open again. She wants to watch.

“Now stop teasing and show me how much you missed the view.” Gun is firm in her voice she is getting a little bit restless. Her desire is strong. Gun needs Paul’s huge dick again. From behind he usually gets deeper.

Paul has all the time in the world for this ritual. He starts licking her right buttock. Again slowly and carefully. All the way to the top. He kisses her lower back and her spine. Gun can’t help herself she actually starts laughing. Paul has to do one more thing before he claims Gun from behind. He bites her juicy ass hard. Very hard. He tells her.

“I have marked you as mine Gun. You belong to me.”

A sharp gasp is torn from Gun. It is followed by a breathless delighted laugh that shakes her entire frame. The sudden a stinging bite is a brand. It is a claim that sends a jolt of pure heat straight to Gun’s core. She presses her forehead against the cool mirror. Her smile is wide and unashamed as she watches Paul’s reflection.

“God, you always did leave marks. I used to wear them like trophies.” Gun speaks and she is very pleased. Almost proud of Paul’s serious intent.

Gun pushes her muscular ass back against Paul’s mouth. It is a silent plea for more. The sting is already melting into a deep throbbing ache that she knows will linger for days.

“You've marked me. Now claim what's yours. I'm done waiting.” Gun’s voice is hoarse and thick. She needs Paul’s huge cock now.

Gun reaches back with one hand. Her fingers are splaying across Paul’s hip to guide him closer. Her other hand stays braced against the glass. Her knuckles are white with anticipation. Gun’s reflection shows flushed skin and dilated pupils also and a hunger that mirrors Paul’s own hunger. She continues.

“Don't make me beg. Not when I'm already yours.”

Paul raises himself. He gets closer to Gun and kisses her neck. In her high heels she has the perfect height. She is almost taller than Paul. He puts his huge cock head in between her swollen labia lips. Then his hands grips her broad hips. He looks at Gun in the mirror. She looks extremely happy and very aroused. He gives Paul her special wanton expression.

Then Paul starts moving his hips. The penetration is fabulous. Gun is warmed up from the Cowgirl fuck. His first thrust just gets deeper and deeper and Gun only struggles a little. He continues to get deeper until he is fully buried in her tight wet pussy. In to the hilt. In all the way to his thick shaft. He is fully seated right away.

Gun watch s Paul’s reflection as he presses forward. Her blue eyes are widening in a mixture of shock and bliss as he breach her. The initial stretch is breathtaking. It is a glorious burn that makes her knees buckle for a second before Gun locks them straight again. Her high heels are digging into the floor for stability. Gun sees her mouth fall open in a silent cry. Her head is tipping back against Paul’s shoulder.

“There it is. All of you.” Gun is pleased but she is struggling as she talks to Paul.

Gun’s voice is a ragged whisper. Her hands are sliding higher on the mirror as Paul sinks to the hilt. He is filling Gun so completely that she can feel him in her throat. The sensation is overwhelming. The cool glass against her palms and heat of Paul’s body against her strong back together with the deep profound fullness that anchors her to this moment. Gun watches the way her body yields to Paul’s in the reflection. The perfect alignment of their forms. She continues to speak.

“Now move. Show me how much you missed this. Show me how much you missed me.”

Paul stands still for a moment still berried to the hilt. He moves his hands up on Gun’s fit firm belly. In the mirror he admires her fabulous physique. However her huge perky breasts are his true destination for his hands. He grabs her big knockers and start kneading them. They are real and they are spectacular.

Then Paul starts fucking Gun. His start is ferocious and he definitely doesn’t hold back. In fact he starts pounding Gun immediately. Her tight wet pussy feels fantastic.

The sudden savage rhythm takes Gun’s breath away. Paul’s strong hands on her huge breasts are possessive rough and just perfect. His fingers digging into the soft heavy flesh as he pound into Gun with a ferocity that rattles her bones. Gun’s reflection is a blur of motion. It is flushed skin and flying blonde hair together with her own expression of stunned ecstatic surrender. She talks between her grunts.

“Yes! Just like that! Now Paul. Finally.”

Gun’s voice is a broken cry. Her voice is lost in the slap of skin and the creak of the mirror in its frame. Gun braces harder against the glass. Her knuckles are white and her body is driven forward with each powerful thrust only to be pulled back by Paul’s grip on her huge breasts. The world narrows to the primal driving rhythm and the sight of them together in the mirror. It is a perfect filthy tableau of reunion. She talks again.

“Don't you dare slow down! I want to feel this tomorrow! I want to remember!”

Gun’s head falls forward. Her forehead is pressing against the cool surface as her body begins to tremble. Another climax is already coiling tight deep inside. It is spurred by the relentless claiming pace and the glorious ache of Paul’s hands on Gun.

Paul loves this fabulous fuck. Finally he is pounding Gun from behind. This is what sex should be all about. Primal urges and sexual desires mixed together with a fantastic lover who needs to be taken hard. However he has to hold back a little bit. He berries himself fully and then he just stops. Gun looks furious. Another stop to worship her immaculate body?

Not this time. Paul moves them a little bit to the right. Then he forces Gun up against the wall and now he starts pounding her much harder. He squeezes her huge boobs. Now he doesn’t hold back. He can drive her hard into the wall and he doesn’t need to be careful anymore. He pounds her incredible hard. Gun loves it.

The sudden shift being driven into the unyielding wall forces a sharp gasp from Gun’s lungs. The mirror’s cool surface is replaced by solid drywall. The new angle is brutally perfect. Paul’s strong hands on her huge breasts are crushing. His thrusts are piston-like and very unforgiving. Each hard thrusts are hammering Gun forward with a **** that steals her breath. She grunts and tries talking.

“Oh god, yes! Fuck me like there is no tomorrow.”

Gun’s voice is a ragged. It is a **** thing muffled against the wall. She pushes back against Paul. Gun is meeting each driving impact with her own motion. Her body is singing with a mix of pain and transcendent pleasure. The restraint is gone. And this is raw untamed need it is exactly what Gun craves. She is in heat. She is getting close.

“Harder! I’m not going to break!” Gun spurs Paul has on.

Gun can feel the climax building again. It is a tsunami gathering **** deep in her core. It is fueled by the relentless pounding rhythm and the sheer dominance of Paul’s possession. Her fingers claw at the wall. Her high heels are skidding for grip as Paul takes Gun apart against the wall. It is a fabulous fuck. This is what they both need.

Gun is close again. Paul can feel it. He pounds her extremely hard and always very deep. He has a fabulous feeling in his huge cock. This is the right way to fuck. A fabulous busty blonde woman who is horny beyond belief.

Gun is able to squeeze her strong thighs together. It increases the pressure and it feels fantastic. She buckles up. Gun is preparing for her climax. Paul needs her to come. He sacrifices one hand. Removes his hand from her huge boob. Next he starts rubbing her swollen sensitive clit with his finger.

The moment Paul’s fingers leave her huge breast Gun feels a pang of loss. But it's instantly forgotten as Paul’s thumb finds her swollen aching clit. The contact is electric. It is a direct circuit to the blinding pressure coiling in her core. Paul doesn’t just rub. He presses and circles with a knowing brutal precision that makes Gun’s entire body seize. Gun can see her own reflection in the sliver of mirror still visible. Her blue eyes wide. A mouth with a perfect 'O' of shock. Her skin flushed a deep feverish pink.

“Oh, Paul… right there… don't stop, don't you dare stop!” Gun is so damn close and she commands Paul to continue.

The command is a ragged scream as the first tremor rips through Gun. But this isn't like the earlier climax. This is something else. It is entirely different. It is a deep seismic release that starts in her womb and erupts outward. Gun feels a hot gushing flood surge from her. It is a torrential release that splatters against the wall and Paul’s thighs with a sound so obscenely loud it echoes in the room. It's not a trickle. It is almost a waterfall. It is a shocking continuous rush of pure sensation that wracks Gun’s body with violent uncontrollable convulsions. Her orgasm is incredibly violent.

¨PAUL! PAUL!¨

Gun screams his name. The sound is raw and piercing. It is tearing from a place of pure unbridled ecstasy. Gun’s head thrashes against the wall. Her vision is whiting out as the squirting orgasm seems to have no end. Gun is milking Paul’s impressive length with relentless pulsing waves. Gun can feel her own release soaking them both. She can hear the slick messy sounds mixing with her own shattered cries. Gun’s long legs tremble violently but she locks her knees. She is driven by a **** insatiable hunger. The pleasure is so intense it borders on agony. It is a brilliant burning catharsis that leaves Gun gasping for air.

As the initial gushing wave finally begins to subside into deep shuddering aftershocks Gun forces her eyes open. She is actually meeting Paul’s gaze in the fragment of mirror. Gun’s beautiful face is streaked with sweat and tears of overwhelming release but her expression is one of fierce unyielding need. Fabulous how she needs more sex.

“Don't you dare think we're done. I'm still empty… I need you to fill me again. Keep going… give me another one… I want to come around your cock until I forget my own name.”

Gun’s voice is a hoarse wrecked whisper. But her hips keeps pushing back against Paul. She is urging him on. Her fit body already humming with the promise of another peak. Her inner muscles fluttering wildly around Paul eager and **** for more.

When Gun gets her violent enormous orgasm Paul has the best experience ever with Gun. Her pussy gets super super tight during her orgasm. He pounds her like never before. Her pussy clamps down extremely tight around his huge cock. He gets very deep and he pounds her over and over again. Since her orgasm last such a long time he feels her extremely tight snatch for a longer time than normal.

His huge dick, thighs and legs are drenched after Gun’s enormous flooding. He continues to fuck her hard. He is waiting for Gun to collapse but she only fights on. He is starting to realize that they will just continue. Gun doesn’t need or perhaps wants a short break. Spurred on by her enthusiasm and powerful sexual desire he pounds her extremely hard. He has a stone hard dick and this is the way to fuck.

The aftershocks are still coursing through Gun. It is making her thighs quiver. But Gun locks her knees and push back into every brutal perfect thrust. She can feel the slick mess they have made. She hears the wet slapping sounds as Paul drives into her and it only fuels the fire. Gun’s reflection is a glorious wreck. Her blonde hair is plastered to her temples eyes glazed and wild. She moans and starts talking.

“That’s it… don’t you dare slow down… I can take it. I was built for this.”

Gun’s voice is a hoarse broken chant. It is matching the rhythm of their bodies. She reaches one hand back. Her fingers are digging into Paul’s hip. She is actually urging him to go deeper and harder. The overstimulation is exquisite. It is a sharp bright pain that dances on the edge of another devastating peak. She continues to speak.

“I can feel you… every inch… you’re so deep. Fuck, I love it.”

Gun drop her forehead back against the wall. A slow delirious smile spreading across her beautiful face even as she gasps for air. The feeling of being so utterly used so completely claimed is a **** Gun will never tire of. She spurs Paul on. She tells him.

“Give me another one. I want to come again before you do. I want to feel you lose control inside me while I’m still screaming.”

Gun’s wishes is exactly what Paul wants. Making her come before him and feeling her pussy tightening up drastically one more time. He pounds her extremely hard. His crotch and thighs hits her muscular ass cheeks over and over again. It is a fabulous feeling slamming into her outstanding derrière. Paul kneads her huge knockers again. He starts manhandling her huge boobs. It is insane how much he loves this fuck. Gun is amazing. She is one of one. She is after all The Woman.

The world has dissolved into a symphony of sensation. Each one more vivid and overwhelming than the last. Gun can hear the wet rhythmic slap of Paul’s body driving into hers. It is a primal percussion that echoes off the walls. It is harmonizing with her own ragged panting breaths and the sharp guttural grunts Paul makes with every hard brutal thrust. Even Gun’s buttocks takes a hard beating.

Gun feels the solid unyielding wall against her cheek and her flattened breasts. It is a cool counterpoint to the searing heat where their bodies are joined. Paul’s hands on her huge breasts are possessive and rough. He is kneading and squeezing the soft heavy flesh until it aches in the most delicious way. It is sending sharp bright sparks of pleasure straight to Gun’s already throbbing core.

Every deep pounding penetration is a revelation. Gun can feel the exquisite stretch of Paul. The way her inner walls clings to his very thick shaft trying to memorize every ridge and vein as Paul’s withdraw only to fill her up completely again. The angle is perfect. Paul’s huge cock is hitting a spot so deep inside Gun that it makes her vision blur. A constant building pressure that’s coiling tighter and tighter a spring wound to its absolute limit. Gun can see their reflection in the sliver of mirror. See the powerful relentless motion of Paul’s hips. And the way her body yields and accepts every brutal wonderful inch her expression one of rapturous agony.

Gun is so close that she can taste it. It is a metallic electric buzz on her tongue. The pleasure is a living thing. It is crawling up her spine gathering in her belly. It is a storm about to break. It’s a new kind of peak. Not the sudden detonation from before but a slow inevitable ascent into pure blinding sensation. Gun feels every individual muscle in her channel fluttering in anticipation. A frantic and eager pulse around Paul’s impressive length. Gun is begging for the final triggering friction. She grunts and speaks. Her breathing is all over the place. She can hardly speak.

“Don’t change a thing… this is perfect… you feel so good, so deep…”

Her voice is a shattered. It is worshipful whisper against the wall. Gun pushes back against Paul with every ounce of strength she has left. She is meeting Paul’s **** with her own. Her high heels are digging into the floor for leverage. The smell of them sex and sweat together with Gun’s own release fills the air. It is a heady intoxicating perfume. Gun is hovering on the very precipice. She is trembling with the effort of holding back wanting to savor this exquisite torturous climb for one more second one more perfect driving brutal thrust.

Paul is relentless. He pounds Guns soaking wet pussy like never before. Her huge sweaty breasts are fantastic to squeeze and knead. His crotch continues to slam into her perfect ass. He grunts and grunts. Each violent thrust takes his breath away. His huge cock has never felt better. Gun’s outstanding tight snatch brings out the best of his huge dick. He pounds her extremely deep. Gun suddenly arches her juicy ass. Paul gets deeper into her fabulous pussy. He starts hitting her cervix. Over and over again he hits her cervix hard.

The sudden shocking impact of Paul striking Gun’s cervix sends a jolt through her entire being. It is a sharp bright lance of pain that instantly transmutes into the most profound overwhelming pleasure she has ever known. Gun’s back arches impossibly. A silent scream caught in her throat as her body seizes. Every nerve ending seems to be firing at once. The slow building pressure shatters. Now a second cataclysmic orgasm tears through Gun without mercy.

“Oh, god! Paul! PAUL” Gun screams. Her scream gets louder and louder.

It’s not a flood this time. It is a deep internal convulsion. A series of violent clenching spasms that grip Paul’s length like a vise. Gun is milking Paul with a frantic rhythmic intensity. Her vision tunnels. The room dissolving into streaks of light and shadow as Gun is utterly unmade by the sensation. She can feel the brutal perfect rhythm of Paul’s hips never faltering. Her is driving into that exquisite, sensitive spot again and again. Paul is prolonging the agony and the ecstasy into one endless blinding moment.

Gun’s knees finally buckle but she doesn’t collapse. Her body is held upright only by Paul’s strong grip on her huge breasts and mostly by the wall against her body. A broken sobbing moan is ripped from Gun with each driving thrust. Her moaning sounds raw and animalistic. Gun is completely possessed and utterly claimed and she has never felt more alive. She moans and continues to talk.

“Don't stop… please, don't ever stop… I can feel you… I can feel all of you…”

Her words are a slurred delirious chant. Gun’s forehead is pressed hard against the wall as she rides the devastating waves. Gun’s inner muscles flutter wildly around Paul’s huge cock. A **** clinging pulse that seems to pull him deeper with each contraction. Gun is a mess of sweat and release and overwhelming sensation. She has never wanted anything more than this perfect brutal communion.

When Gun’s tight pussy clamps down violently as she gets another massive orgasm Paul is in heaven. It feels so good and her outstanding tight pussy has his huge cock in a brutal vise. He pounds her harder than ever before. His huge cock actually increases in size. He grunts and he has an experience like never before. He is of course without a chance. Paul hits Gun’s cervix a couple of times and he is stone hard.

Suddenly but not unexpectedly his huge cock head explodes. He starts shooting out semen into Gun’s fantastic pussy. Paul spray paints her pussy walls. In wave after wave he continues to pump out sperm. It never stops. He continues to pump out semen in a never endless stream. He drenches Gun’s pussy with his seed. Enormous amount of sperm hits her pussy. He floods her wonderful pussy with his sperm.

The first hot thick pulse deep inside Gun triggers a fourth shuddering climax. It is smaller but no less intense. It is a final perfect echo of Paul’s enormous release. Gun can feel the incredible heat of Paul filling her. The distinct powerful spurts as Paul paint her insides. The sensation is so profoundly claiming it brings tears to her eyes.

“Yes… fill me… god, yes… Paul.” Gun is whispering.

Gun’s voice is a shattered breathless whisper. Gun pushes back against Paul milking every last drop as her own fluttering contractions gently coax out the seemingly endless stream. The feeling of being so utterly claimed so completely full of Paul is a satisfaction that sinks into her very bones. She is lyrical when she speaks.

“ I can feel it… so much…Paul… you’re flooding me.”

Gun stays pressed against the wall. Her body is trembling with aftershocks. A slow sated smile spreading across her lips as she listens to Paul’s ragged breathing against her neck. Gun never wants this feeling to end.

Paul is totally exhausted. He wants to collapse but he can’t. He needs help from the wall to stay upright. He can’t breathe. His head is spinning like a circus wheel. Gun’s outstanding body is there and he feels every part of her back and ass and it feels electric. He is still holding her huge breasts in his hands. He stops holding them so hard and just lightly touches them. He still loves the feeling of gentle cusping them.

Gun feels the subtle shift in Paul's hands. the firm crushing grip is softening to a tender almost reverent touch. His weight leans more heavily into Gun and she welcomes it. Gun is bearing them both up against the wall. She turns her head just enough to press a soft lingering kiss to Paul's forearm where it rests near her shoulder.

¨Breathe, my love. Just breathe. I’ve got you.¨ Gun whispers. Very tender words. Her timbre is so beautiful.

Gun stays perfectly still letting Paul feel the gentle aftershock tremors still running through her. It is a quiet echo of the storm they just weathered together. The warmth of Paul's release inside her is a possessive comforting weight.

¨That was… extraordinary. I don’t think my legs work anymore. Sorry Paul it was much more than extraordinary. ¨

Gun lets out a slow shaky laugh. The sound is rich with satisfaction. She leans her cheek back against the wall. Her eyes drifting closed for a moment just savoring the profound connection. The heat of Paul's skin against hers and the incredible stillness after such glorious motion.

¨We should probably move before we fuse to this wall. But not yet. Just… not yet.¨

Paul kisses Gun’s neck. He needs one more thing. He moves around and he gets cheek to cheek with Gun. It is a fabulous moment. They don’t speak but they don’t need to. He feels so connected to her that it almost feels scary. Paul remembers that Gun actually called him “ my love” . Wonderful words and something to cherish.

Gun feels Paul's cheek press against hers. The the gesture more intimate than any kiss. The silence between them is thick with understanding. It is a shared language written in sweat and spent passion. Gun tilts her head just a fraction nuzzling against Paul.

“I meant it, you know. Every word.¨

Gun's whisper is barely audible. But Paul heard it. She let her eyes drift closed again. Their combined scent filling her senses. Her hands still braced against the wall slowly relax. Then her fingers uncurling.

¨I don't think I can walk in these heels anymore. You might have to carry me to bed. Again.¨

Gun lets out a soft contented sigh. A smile playing on her thin sexy lips even as her body feels utterly liquefied. The cool wall is a stark contrast to the fevered heat of Paul's skin and Gun never wants to move.