More passion... more orgasms

Kathryn lies before me, her head propped on the cushions, her eyes locked onto my massive cock, her breath hitching in anticipation. She's drenched, her pussy glistening with arousal, but I can see the mix of eagerness and trepidation in her eyes as she wonders how the fuck I'm going to fit inside her. I tease her, running the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy, coating myself in her juices, eliciting moans and gasps from her.

"Please, Joe," she begs, her voice a **** whimper. "I need you inside me."

She takes matters into her own hands, literally, spreading her pussy lips with one hand, exposing her swollen clit and her tight, pink hole. Her other hand grips her tit, squeezing it, giving her more sensations of pleasure.

I smack her pussy with the head of my cock, teasing her, and she gasps. "Is this what you want?" I ask, my voice a low, dominant growl.

"Yes," she moans, her hips bucking, trying to impale herself on my cock. "I need to feel you inside me, Joe. Please fuck me."

I don't let her finish her sentence. I push the head of my cock into her, feeling her tight, wet heat envelop me. Her eyes widen, and she slaps the plush cushions of the couch, gripping them tightly with one hand. Her other hand goes to my abdomen, not pushing me away, but slowing me down, a look of slight pain flashing across her face as she adjusts to my size.

"Slow down, Joe," she gasps. "You're so big."

I recognize the look and slow my pace, giving her time to adjust to my size. I push in a little further, then pull back, letting her feel every inch of me. I do it again, slowly, carefully, letting her get used to the sensation of being fucked by me.

Her face changes from one of slight discomfort to one of pure pleasure as I continue to move in and out of her, her pussy lips wrapping around my shaft, sucking me in, begging for more. When she removes her hand from my abdomen and starts to rub her clit, I know she's ready for more. I know she's mine to take.

With that, I ram my full length into her, her body jolting with the **** of my thrust. Her small, perfect tits bounce with the movement. "Oh god… oh fuck… yes, Joe. Don’t stop!" she moans, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Your cock feels so good inside me. So big, so hard."

I don't stop. I pick up my pace, our skin slapping together, the sound filling the room, mixing with our moans and gasps. She plants her heels onto the floor, pushing her pelvis up to meet my thrusts, taking me deeper, taking all of me.

I grip her hips, holding her steady as I fuck her, my cock slamming into her, the sensation overwhelming. Her nails dig into the fabric of the couch cushions, her knuckles white with the **** of her grip as she yells my name.

"Fuuuuuck joooooooe!" she screams, her eyes tight shut, her brow furrowed in concentration, her body tensing as she feels her second orgasm building. "I'm gonna cum again, Joe. Your cock feels so good. So fucking good."

I can feel her pussy tightening around me, her muscles contracting and releasing, trying to milk me, trying to draw my cum from me. Her body convulses, her orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock, trying to milk me dry. I can feel her juices gushing out of her, soaking my cock, soaking the couch beneath us.

But I'm not done with her yet. I want to see how many times I can make her cum before she begs me to stop. I start to move again, my cock still rock hard, still ready to give her more pleasure, more ecstasy.

I pull out slowly, almost all the way, then slam back into her, the **** of my thrust making her tits bounce and her ass jiggle.

"Again, Kathryn," I growl. "Cum for me again."

I reach down and rub her clit in tight, fast circles, feeling her body respond instantly. Her breath hitches, and her body tenses, her third orgasm building already.

"Oh god, Joe," she moans. "I can't take anymore. It's too much. You're too much."

But I know she can take more. I know she wants more. I can see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice. She's a greedy little slut, and I'm going to give her what she wants.

"Take my cock, Kathryn," I command, my voice a low, dominant growl. "Take it all."

As she grips the cushions tighter, I pick up the pace more, my hips slapping against hers, my balls hitting her clit with each thrust.

"Oh fuck, Joe," she moans. "Your cock feels so good. So deep. So hard."

"Please, Joe," she begs, her voice a **** whimper. "Let me cum. Please."

"Cum for me, Kathryn," I command, my voice a low, dominant growl. "Cum all over my cock."

And she does. Her body convulses, her third orgasm ripping through her, her pussy clenching and unclenching around my cock, trying to milk me, trying to draw my cum from me. I can feel her juices gushing out of her, soaking my cock, soaking the couch beneath us.

But I'm still not done with her. I want to see how many times I can make her cum before she begs me to stop. I start to move again, my cock still rock hard, still ready to give her more pleasure, more ecstasy.