Rough vaginal sex

A surge of temptation punches through your thoughts. You take off your shirt, and that’s enough for Sasha to know that you are indeed “doing this.”

She strips out of her clothes until you are both stark naked and ready to unwind for the night. Sasha might not seem entirely into it, but you notice there’s not a lot of hesitation or drag behind her movements. However, you chalk it up to eagerness to resolve this mess.

You don’t let Sasha have a moment to adjust… You push Sasha into the bed and spread her legs swiftly. There’s a strangled gasp that’s withheld in her throat. She bites her lower lip, watching you climb and mount her on the bed. Her face burns red with embarrassment as she feels her parts react to your swift and dominating actions.

Sasha’s mind reels with conflicting emotions. Her arousal leaking like her honey between her pussy lips. Her hearts start to pound as you grab her wrists and pin her hands above her head. “Christ,” she murmurs. “You like this more than you should.”

When you glance down, you lift an eyebrow at her. “Likewise.”

Your remark earns no points; all she does is glare at you. You take your hand and rub her lips with your fingertips. Your index and middle fingers dampen with Sasha’s liquid heat. You dab and rub– teasing her with your fingers and then coat yourself in it, making her eyes light up slightly. You glance at her hard nipples and dripping pussy as you spread her honey over your rock hard length.

You spread her like a butterfly. Sasha’s breath hitches again as she makes a strained face like she’s trying to fight off the arousal while also being used by you. Her nipples stand at attention as she starts to drop to your sheets, all while also trembling with growing anticipation.

The view is fantastic from your angle, and you make sure to take in every inch of her sprawled-out body while you settle between her stretched legs. You take your free hand and grab yourself by the base, using your cock to beat against and around her wetness. The sounds of wet slapping echo in the stillness of the room. It’s unbearably erotic to her.

Her hands ball into fists, locked by your tight grip above her head, locked beneath you like some kind of local whore. Her hips buck against the beats, her pleasure making her jolt and then suddenly moan.

Despite yourself, you also want more than this, and you decide that her teasing should stop here. You were past due for some unwinding after all the stress. You guide your tip in and thrust gently, making the tip penetrate with ease.

As your tip slips in, Sasha’s wetness envelopes your hardness as it’s swallowed up. Her back arches in pleasure as a gasp comes out of her throat. Your penetrating tip leaves no nerves unsatisfied as she’s filled up.

Suddenly, the “fill-ins” she’s previously had to cover McKinley’s absence are forgotten. However, she still shows a harsh ****, even as she feels her mind explode with intense pleasure. She closes her eyes, refusing to show the overwhelming sense of pleasure bursting.

However, you don’t need her eyes to say what she’s feeling. The way Sasha’s swallowing your cock is enough to say she’s enjoying every inch of your cock, and every second she’s beneath you, spread and open for the use you both agreed on.

Even as you thrust in and out of Sasha’s tightness, she hangs on to her dirty dialogue. She opts to stare back defiantly while subtly spreading her legs, offering her honey pot for your intentions. Your thick cock goes deeper, your head rubbing against her G-spot without effort, her inner walls clench around you, milking the inches that have invaded her fuck-tunnel.

Sasha’s breath hitches again, and she stifles the moan that bleeds out with a grunt. It’s enough to make you go faster, despite not caring what she feels or wants to show. The deep strokes of your cock hit her G-spot more rapidly. Her moans grow louder and more frequent, accompanied by sharp gasps and cries of pleasure slipping through the facade.

Her pussy spreads wide for your dick, and she tries to wrap her legs around for support. You let go of her wrists and grab her by the crooks of her legs right as you slam balls deep inside of her. Your nuts press her ass cheeks as she lets out a hard moan, no longer to keep herself constrained.

Your eyes focus on her breasts as they bounce against every thrust inside. Your balls bashing against her under cheeks as you pick up more and more speed. All thoughts exit. Akiko, Mikka, Kenji and Scarlet’s gig– they vanish, going you complete vacation from stress as you use Sasha’s married pussy for yourself.

Fingers curls on the sheets– Sasha’s writhes in bliss, her voice cracking as she starts to have an intense orgasm around your cock. She shakes and murmurs words of obscurity. Desires fading into the walls like whispers.

You lower her waist, and she stands on her toes, forcing her lower half against you as you punish her cheating pussy with more ****. Sasha’s mind goes blank as she feels the guilt in her core heighten to new levels– she feels like a dirty cheap whore being pounded by a superior entity. Her jaw drops in submission, moaning as her pussy clenches again and spasms around your cock, her clear juices flowing freely, pushing and pulling your climax closer to the edge.

Eventually, you pull out, leaving you a gasping mess– a whorish display of an overstimulated woman. She blinks and searches for you, sweat sticking her hair to her forehead. The dazed and confused glances she gives the room before finding you show a woman deprived of what over types of sex there are.

Your hands train down, fingering her wet hole, puffy bud, and inner thighs. Your fingers don’t feel her pussy as well as your cock, but she doesn’t complain as you expertly spread her lips, rub her bud, and massage her inner thighs with untold professionalism. Her eyes roll back as she curses, she tenses, squirting all over your hands like a loose water pipe.

Juices wash over your hands and sheets, but it doesn’t stop there. She showers herself and parts of your lower waist with the intensity of her splashing. She spasms around every one of your dancing digits.

Before can recover her gather her nerves, you slam back inside with your hard cock. Sasha's pussy is weak and loose, and she let’s out a surprised ****– pain, pleasure, all sensations balled up into something she could never describe… Her toes and fingers curl, the pleasure mounting to higher levels. Sasha can’t form intelligent words and doesn’t try to.

Thrust…after thrust…. After thrust…! She’s locked in, too loose to try to keep the facade of not being fascinated with this type of pleasure. The lewd sounds of sex echo in your skulls like they were in the room.

You pull out over her messy pink pussy and grab your fuck rod, pleasuring yourself with a single hand as you hold her down on your cum covered sheets. “I’m going to fucking mark you now,” you say through gritted teeth, stroking your cock above her belly button.

Sasha blinks, opening her eyes and fixing her gaze on your dick as it’s cranked. She licks her lips, barely able to find the strength to wipe her hair from her forehead. She scoffs, her voice uneven as it comes out. “W-what? You’re going to cum on me and think that makes me yours?”

Her other hand plays with her slit, she bites her lip, enjoying the show. Her words don’t match the tone of her voice, or her eyes watching the giant cock being worked over– the one that’s made her orgasms seem like one long with occasional breaks in-between.

Your eyes meet but then you both watch your cock. You feel your balls tense up, and she sees it. Her tongue lolls out and moistens her lower lip, knowing you’re about to cum. You grab a handful of her hair and make her watch you start pumping your load over her tummy.

It’s erotic. Sasha grunts slightly in pain, her pussy still dripping with squirt and her climaxes as you near your bursting point– the pleasure of domination isn’t entirely lost, even as she’s had her fun.

You grit your teeth and let a deep groan as you start to spread your hot seed over Sasha. Pussy, tummy, tits, and all. She even lets out a long shuddering gasp as you hang her hair and coat her in perfect white cum. You repeat “fuck” as you crank your penis, shooting long, thick ropes over and over against her stomach, the sticky mess marking her with slutty watermarks.

“Fuck, fuck!” Sasha groans, too. Pupils wide with lust as she watches your massive cock dirty her up. “Fuuuck~!!”

You let go and step back to get a better look at her. Sasha… Or McKinley's wife, you suppose, lies on your cum-covered bed. The squirt spots are still staining the sheets. She’s an example of a Polaroid being traded on the market or used for blackjack.

Her cheeks are red. Her stomach is white. Her pussy is spread. And despite that… she still looks at you as if there’s no humiliation tarnishing her image. “Well, are we done?”