She wants it standing doggy

Kira swings herself off the massage table, turns to face it, and arranges herself with her forearms resting on the cushion and her ass sticking out. She looks over her shoulder and says, “I want it this way, Ben.”

“I like the way you think,” I say lustfully. I step up behind her and lay a hand on her ass, using the other to help guide my prick into her hot, wet sex.

“Just go slow, baby,” Kira murmurs. “I’ve only done this a few times, and I’ve never had anything that big in me before . . .”

“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” I assure her. “I’ll make this good for you.” I hold her hips and slowly drive my shaft through her tight fuckhole. Kira watches me over her shoulder, moaning quietly, as I bore deeper and deeper into her tight body.

When I’m as deep as I can go, Kira tosses her head and breathes, “Ben, you beautiful stud, I love your cock . . . You’re so deep—so long and thick and warm and hard—I’m so full of cock—I’ve never been this full before . . . I’ve wanted this for so long, I’ve dreamed of this so many times, but this is better than I ever dreamed . . .”

I reach around Kira’s thigh with one hand to stroke her pearl. “Aaahhhh—aaaahhhhh—aaaaahhhhhhh—” she gasps; when I press down on it and flick it, it triggers her climax and she howls like a wolf in heat. I wrap the other hand around one of her swinging melons and squeeze, pinching and wiggling its turgid pink nub between two fingers. I rub her button gently and start fucking her pulsating cunt with long, slow strokes.

I spend a while pumping Kira slowly and steadily, diddling her clit, and enjoying her tits. I put my hand under them, letting them swing across it, then spread my fingers wide so I can tease both nipples at the same time. I stroke her girls all over with my fingertips, then cup each in turn in my palm and lift it, savoring its soft weight. When I start pulling and twisting one of her nipples, she shudders and cries out my name as another orgasm, brief but intense, flashes through her like a bolt of lightning.

Finally, I say, “You know, baby girl, if you trust me, I can fuck you even deeper than this.”

“What do you mean?” Kira asks breathlessly, looking over her shoulder at me wide-eyed.

I let go of her big, soft tit and reach forward to gather a thick bundle of hair. “Do you trust me, Kira? If you trust me to pull your hair, you’ll be glad you did.”

She stares into my eyes for a long moment, then nods—hesitantly, but firmly for all that. “I know you won’t hurt me, Ben. Do it.”

“Good girl,” I say approvingly. I pull my hips back, then thrust forward as I pull back on Kira’s head. I bury myself to the root in her molten depths, feeling myself bottom out as my questing knob finds her posterior fornix. She shudders and writhes, splitting the air with a feral shriek as another orgasm hits her like a meteor. I strum her clit and give it to her hard and fast, my hand leashed in her hair for balance. She cums and cums and cums, then starts moaning and mewling and calling my name, praising my dick and begging me to make her cum again.

“I love fucking your sweet little pussy, baby girl,” I growl. “I love how much you love getting fucked. You’re so fucking hot, bent over with your hair pulled getting fucked into the table, your tight, hot, wet young cunt squeezing my dick, cumming over and over and over again . . .”

“So good, Ben, so good, so good,” Kira moans. “Fuck me—fuck me harder—keep fucking me—I’m so close—so close—”

“Cum for me, sexy,” I growl. “Cum on my big dick like a good girl. Let that sweet teenage pussy go crazy and cum all over my cock.”

That’s enough to trigger her; another climax blasts through Kira like an avalanche, forcing a high, wild scream from her throat. Her tunnel walls clamp down hard, wringing my dick, making it hard to keep fucking her—and hard to keep from cumming myself.