Fucking Frank

I lay back on the desk, my naked form exposed before Franklin Smith. My chest heaves with arousal, my nipples standing at attention. I reach down, spreading my legs apart, revealing my dripping, swollen cunt. My eyes meet his, the lust in them burning hotter than the sun.

I can feel his gaze on me, the intensity of it driving me wild. A wicked grin spreads across my lips as I give him a sultry, inviting look. Franklin's breathing hitches, his gaze locked on my exposed core. He steps closer, the drool from his erection staining the fabric of his pants.

I can't help but lick my lips in anticipation. He stands between my legs, the head of his cock at my entrance. I arch my back, my pussy clenching around him as he pushes inside, my walls stretching to accommodate him. A guttural moan escapes me as he begins to thrust.

His thick, rigid member filling me completely. I toss my head back and forth on the desk, my body writhing in pleasure. With each plunge, my walls tighten, pulling him deeper into me. The rhythm of our joined bodies builds, the air thick with the scents of sweat, sex, and the intoxicating allure of our raw, animalistic desires.

"Fuck, Bells, you're so fucking tight," Franklin growls as he rams his cock into me, the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other filling the room. Frank's thick, pulsating cock slams deep into my slick, welcoming cunt, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure through my body. The room fills the smell of our mingled lust, and the heat of our raw, unadulterated desire.

"Harder, Frank, give it to me like you mean it," I hiss, my body writhing beneath him. My inner walls grip his cock, pulling him deeper with each thrust. My pussy clenches around him, sucking on his length as he plunges in and out, setting our dance of passion to a frenzied rhythm.

"You want it rough, huh? Well, then you're in luck, little girl," he mutters, his pace growing more aggressive. His hands roam my body, pinching my nipples, and I let out a guttural moan, my back arching to meet his. One hand reaches down, his fingers sliding between my swollen folds, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts.

"Oh, God, yes... harder, Frank," I beg, the heat of my orgasm building within me. I feel the surging energy, the lust-fueled essence that emanates from him, a heady aphrodisiac as I feed on his essence ever so slightly. The sensation of taking in this primal energy courses through my veins, amplifying my pleasure and enhancing our shared experience.

Frank's face contorts with need, his eyes closing tightly as I hold him at the precipice. "Bells, let me in, let me cum," he pants, his voice ****. Frank's breathing becomes more ragged, his body taut with tension. I hold onto him, my grip strong, and I whisper in his ear.

"Not yet, Frank. I'm not done with you," I say, my voice low and sultry. "Give me what I want, but I still have plans for your cock." I lick my lips wantonly. My inner walls pulse around his cock, and I reach my own peak. Suddenly, my body convulses, an explosive crescendo of ecstasy that washes over me, leaving me writhing in dizzying, all-consuming pleasure.

My climax grips Frank's cock, my walls milking it, but I don't let him cum. I keep him inside, drawing out our lust fueled dance. His frustration adds to his need, and to his pleasure. Frank pauses, his eyes meeting mine. "Whatever you want, Bells," he whispers, his breath ragged. I smirk and carefully withdraw his throbbing cock from my sloppy cunt.