Pussy.

Call me boring but anal isn’t really my shtick. I mean if the woman is seriously into it I won’t turn her down but given the choice I would rather choose the entrance that is actually meant for intercourse.

I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed my dick along her pussy lips. The remainders of her saliva mixed with her sexual juices and within a few strokes I was lubricated enough to push into her. Lisa, hungry for penetration, clenched her teeth as a throaty moan escaped her, betraying her **** sensitivity.

I lost no time to pull back, easefully gliding out of her wet cunt. The plunged myself back between the tight corridors. Every move was rewarded with wordless moans of bliss, especially when I grabbed her hips and redoubled my efforts.

Quickly and without a care in the world I fucked her. I had just come and been given enough time to recharge myself, I would last a bit. Lisa however, would not. The bed creaked worryingly when her body tensed under another orgasm, the metal of the bedframe bending slightly. I paid no mind to it as I fucked her through her climax. In response I got a long scream that surely could been heard even in the main hall.

Not that I minded much. Her continued shouts of agonizing pleasure as I relentlessly pushed back and forth in an effort to bring both of us even greater pleasures only proved that whatever I was doing, I was doing it correctly.

“Ha—“ Lisa tried to say something. I could guess but instead of giving in I gave her a demeaning look and asked, “What do you want, pervert?” “Ha- Harder! PLEASE!” She didn’t have the mental capacity to talk back at that moment. Not that I blame her.

Every thrust of my hips shock the whole bed, her tits jiggled under the impact as I got every bit of energy I could muster out of my hips. Frame screeching, Lisa screaming, the wet sounds of our blissful union as I fucked her as hard as I could.

Lisa involuntarily struggled against the bindings as my **** **** her to be victim to continued, afterglow-intensified pleasure. Through the glasses her depraved eyes looked at me, barely. With every thrust they seemed to lose a bit of focus until finally they were nothing more than two mirrors of the perverted joy she was experiencing.

Her whole body was flushed, the heat on my palms on her hips seemed to transfer her ecstasy to me, as I forgot everything but fucking her senseless. A continuous stream of her liquids ensured that every thrust was as fluid as it could be, the inner walls of her tense, quivering pussy massaging my dick through the tight pressure.

Even rested as I was I couldn’t stand this for long, but it didn’t matter. Lisa was already far gone, only experiencing bliss. One more thrust, Two more thrusts, I could count the moments until I would explode, my balls already tightening.

Five, I entered the end spurt, pace picking up again. Four, the sensitivity of my cock increased as my orgasm announced itself. Three, I grit my teeth, trying to taste every last bit of this awesome fuck. Two, I drove myself as deep as I could and One, exploded inside her with a throaty groan.

My seed splattered the inside of her. Spurt for spurt I filled her, the feeling caused her body to thrash around violently, or rather trying to as the bindings did their job tremendously. Instead her body only writhed in front and under me, the contraction of her vagina wringing the last of the semen out of me as I emptied all of the pressure that had built up over the training relieved itself.

I collapsed on top of her. We both breathed heavily, basking in the afterglow.