What do I choose to do?
Take her from behind
I decide I don’t want to wait to take Tiffini from behind. I pull out and get off the bed, leaving her whimpering about her empty pussy. “Get on your hands and knees facing the foot of the bed, Miss Daniels,” I tell her. There’s a full-length mirror on her closet door, which also faces the foot of the bed. I look forward to watching her big tits swing while I fuck her.
“Yes, Mr. Lane,” Tiffini says in a voice of pure hunger. She scrambles up on all fours, then registers that she’s facing the mirror. “Oooooh, Mr. Lane, how naughty!” she coos. “You want to watch!”
“Yes, Miss Daniels,” I say. “I believe you need close supervision for this part of the exam.” I settle my glans in her dripping hole. Without preamble, I grab a fistful of her hair near the scalp, pull back hard, and thrust my shaft into her fucktunnel. Tiffini gasps in surprise and her eyes go wide as I yank her hair. Her gasp gets louder and higher and her eyes go wider as I punch my cock into her sex balls-deep. When I’m in as deep as I can go, I can just feel myself bottom out in her cunt. She trembles and cums hard. Her nectar froths around my balls as her vaginal muscles try to compress my steel-hard rod. I manage to keep from cumming, but I won’t manage it next time.
I wait until Tiffini’s orgasm passes and start pistoning her cunt. I don’t try to fuck her terribly fast or hard, because she’s still too tight for that. I don’t settle for a slow fuck either, though. I set up a steady rhythm, enough to make her big boobs swing nicely. “So deep . . .” she moans over and over. Her pussy feels astoundingly good, hot and wet and velvet-soft. I have to plow my way in with each thrust, and then she clings to me and tries to hold me in each time I withdraw.
I keep going as long as I can, but fucking Tiffini feels far too good for me to hold out as far as her next orgasm. “Miss Daniels,” I tell her, barely keeping my voice under control, “I’m about to fill your hot little pussy with my cum.”
Tiffini’s eyes light up. “Yes, Mr. Lane!” she gasps exultantly. “Cum in me! Cum in my pussy! Let me feel your hot cum filling me up!”
“Take it!” I grunt. I sheathe my cock to the hilt in her cocksleeve and hold myself there as my balls erupt. I throw back my head and roar. When she feels the first rush of my spunk in her womb, Tiffini shrieks and cums again, harder than before. Her cunt squeezes my prick so tightly, it almost registers as pain even in the middle of my howling climax. She milks me for all the cream she can get before her spasms recede and her body unlocks.
“Fuuuuuck,” Tiffini breathes in awe.
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