Pinned arms fucking

I lay back on the bed. You easily pin both my wrists above my head with one hand. The other traces the curve of my breast. You grasp it firmly then lower your mouth to it. My breath hitches as you pinch my nipple between your teeth, not hard enough to hurt but definitely holding my undivided attention. You move your hips, letting your rigid shaft slide along the lips of my eager pussy. I buck against you, trying to get the right angle to guide you inside. You smirk as I mewl in need. Then your lips are on mine, your tongue invading my mouth. I kiss back greedily and at that moment you thrust inside. I scream into the kiss as primal sensations overwhelm my consciousness. My legs splay wide, trying to let you in all the way. You move in and out, quickly finding a rhythm. Whenever my mouth is free from you attentions I babble inanities unable to form coherent thoughts as my body is fulfilling its basic purpose. I’m urging the cum from your balls and this pleasure is my reward. After an interval of time that I’m in no condition to measure, I feel your rhythm change. I tighten my vaginal grip, milking you as best I can. Then it happens. Your bare dick pulses inside and I feel you flood my womb with your hot essence. One final orgasm crashes over me as I wrap my legs around you, pulling you deep as I can. Our lips meet again, in consummation of our mutual desire.