College Girls in Love

'Would you like to come here?'

And I made a single calling motion with my right hand, whose movement she followed mesmerized.

'Mmmm...?'

'Would you like to come here... to my body?'

'Ooh...' She looked to one side, then to her feet, then to... my eyes... which feverishly consumed her soul: 'Why?'

I didn't blink for an instant. Quite the opposite: I kept on her the biggest eyes I've ever had, intensely dark, with the stars glittering on their iris thanks to the fire of my passion, and I straightened up my posture again, hypnotizing her like a Naja snake, dragging my body slightly more to the tip of the couch, all the time with my legs wide open to receive her little body in the middle of my big, fat, full, powerful thighs.

'Come here.'

'Mmmm...'

I didn't break my gaze. I pierced her through the lips and warmed up her soul.

My waist groaned. In the labia of my pussy, from the core of my vulva, it felt a possessive fire emanate with a much different kind of heat and intensity, as if all the zest that consumed me, that bit me strong down there was very different from the passive, sweet pleasure that warmed me up until them.

«I'm hungry.» Without blinking, I slowly licked my big, thick, hot lips, and let my mouth partially opened, in the 'Angelina pose', while I investigated within myself this very addictive sensation of command and power: «I want to dominate her. I want to eat her whole!»

I heard a soft, sweet sound in front of me. My girl, I soon noted, had put one foot down on the floor and approached me discreetly.

«Come,» I said only with my lips, without a word.

The key was on the gaze: if I broke it, I'd lose her; if I kept it, I'd pull her to me like a magnet, which was what happened, almost as if a channel of pure animality linked our bodies and pulled the weaker towards the stronger —hers towards mine!

When she finally got near me, I leaned so slightly, so gently back and spread my legs one last time, so as to give her all the space to feel safe, out of danger.

She smelled like hazelnut and Christmas candles. Typical smell I'd always imagined for little white rich girls from the city like her!

She stopped with her breasts one palm away from my nose. Her tender, but at the same time aggressive smell, assaulted my senses from all sides, and I used all my willpower to keep my eyes on hers, which were watering, only waiting for my first steps towards the complete domination of her being.

I smiled. She let out an inaudible squeal. She was trembling, poor little girl, so much so that I feared she would pass out right there, in front of me.

'You okay?' I thought about asking, but let my hands do all the talking: I raised my strong, powerful arm to the lower tab of her pajamas and, without touching her skin, I lifted the gown until revealing her extremely wet panties and her belly, which assaulted me with even more irresistible scents.

'You're beautiful,' the temptation to say was enormous, but I kept my cool while she kept shaking and moaning.

The first to speak, loses.

I admired the tight panties on her waist, so dark and wet, kept humid by the arousal that never subsided.

As much as my lips begged for her precious jewel, I raised my eyes and looked at her bellybutton, around which the light hairs where all bristly —much like all the hairs throughout her tall, slender body.

I approached my head to her bellybutton, leaning in with all my trunk until her thin and trimmed belly, breathing so deeply I really looked like a big, hungry, dangerous beast, ready to strike at the slightest movement.

I stopped at one inch from her flesh, inhaled deeply and felt her aroma. My thoughts were lost, but not as much as my colleague's, who constantly murmured:

'Mmmrrmm... mmrrrmmm...!'

I decided to fasten the symphony of her heart: I laid my lips on her bellybutton and sucked it.

'Oooh...!'

She partially withheld her scream.

I put away my mouth, undoing the suction. Smack! A kiss. I could see the marks of my mouth on her skin, as well as the pleasure waves spreading across her body, seen by the arousing of her tiny hairs.

It was time to turn those waves into tsunamis.

I leaned over her a second time, now brisker, and kissed her belly with clearer, more pronounced passion.

'Oooh...!' She screamed, losing her balance; she almost literally fell down, so wobbly her legs were shaking, and I think she only hadn't fallen because she quickly grabbed the back of my head and pierced her long nails on my flesh, feeling my plentiful, dense hair, so fucking smooth, so good to grab that she indeed started cuddling them, feeling each of my numerous strands run over and dance between her fingers.

Meanwhile, she pressed one thigh against the other, making —oh, sweet Jesus!— a very subtle layer of lubricant appear on the panties and leak down one of the legs in a single, deeply erotic and thick strip of cum!

I looked dangerously, mortally to her face and spoke with a voice that barely seemed mine:

'Stop.'

'Mmmm...!'

She couldn't bring about a single word! I merely repeated, pointing at her legs with my chin, making clear what I meant:

'Don't move. Only I move.'

'Mmmm...!'

'You don't move. You only feel. You only cum.'

'Oooh...!'

Still, she didn't seem to understand the command; maybe she wasn't in condition to understand —or to handle the consequences that came from understanding it.

Steady and hungry, I let loose on hand from her pajamas and guided it towards my girl's ankles, which I briskly set apart, putting them back on their original stance.

'Oooh!'

She groaned and shook her waist, loudly breathing through her mouth, her arms swinging like long willow leaves on the wind!

I looked up, seeing her avoid me and look instead to the ceiling.

'Look at me.'

'Noooo...'

'Look at me.'

'Oooow...'

She lowered her face and froze up. A supreme wave of heat burst from my pussy.

I was exalted, feeling myself master of the world, for that princess —that catwalk model and goddess amongst all other girls; that woman who so easily could get millions of dollars every year, who could take people like Kyllie Jenner and mop the floor with their faces!—, that magnificent goddess was completely petrified before my own beauty and absolutely surrendered to my looks, which on that instance was bigger, better, shinier and superior, stronger, more divine than hers in all ways!

It was as if all the oxygen in her body had be sucked out by my beauty, or if I had reached out to her body and grabbed a fistful of her soul.

Facing that amount of fear, I couldn't resist to smile and say:

'You have all the reason to be afraid.'

I plunged my lips on her bellybutton, now licking her flesh with the tip of my tongue, which I when pressed against her belly and let it dance all over it, without opening my mouth too widely, taking my time while I savored her smell and her flavor, consuming her while my hands deepened on the sides of her belly.

'Oooh...!'

She pulled my nape and pressed my face against her belly; a clear green light to my wills, which made me slurp and suck on her belly indiscriminately, as well as to squeeze her waist with my hands, in whose palms I felt all of her heat and the marvelous tenderness of her skin!

My tongue gained ferociousness and my suctions lost any shred of shame: all the time sucking while also soaking her, I risked longer and more furious licks, running my full mouth across the left side of her pelvis, which injected her with an immense rush of pleasure:

'Oooaahh!!'

Involuntarily she tried to get away, but involuntarily too my hand restrained her from her back, grabbing firmly her between-hips, feeling throughout the extension of my heated palm the start of the slump of her fantastic ass, which I massaged with sweetness and care, preparing it for the moment I could claim each buttock as my own!

She was deeply scared, so much so I tempered my wild pose a bit and converted my feral expression into a more docile, sweet one, whispering to her almost without a sound, nothing louder than coarse and lowly groans, sweetening her with the hot, savory breath which escaped from my mouth:

'It's alright. It's all very right.' And I laid on her belly more friendly kisses, while the beast that was eating my insides made me once again look up to her with a hotter and more dangerous expression: 'You should really be scared, yes.'

'Oooh... nooo...'

She tried getting away softly, but this time I didn't give her any chance to escape, pressing my hands against her back and pulling her against my face, in a way I planted my chin below her bellybutton and kept staring up at her, smiling playfully, as if her agony was my delight.

'I'm going to kiss you... I'm going to touch you... like almost no man is able to touch you.' I went on to consume her once again, lips and tongue on her loins while both of my hands held her by the sides and the back, a serpentine hug which gained pressure and strength, on brief moments lifting her from the ground as soon as I stopped my kisses and looked at her face to say: 'I am strong... I am tight... I am hot... like few men can ever be... and I'll devour you, my pretty... little by little...' I bit the sides of her upper abs, then her ribs, pulling out the flesh with the tip of my teeth. 'Until you're all wet... dripping with lubes... all just for me... so my fingers can slide into you so easy...'

'Ooooh...!!'

She threw herself around and contorted her body, without having where to hide her screams and unable to hold them on her lungs for much longer. While I worked on her bellybutton still, moving up inch by inch until her breasts, I felt on that moment all my muscles really working hard.

My girl rocked her body to the sides in despair and I held her back tighter with a full hug, keeping her on her feet and glued to my lips, which slurped loudly on the flesh above her belly and up towards her boobs.

When I gave a long, hot lick on her body, right from the bellybutton up to the her chest, stopping with the tip of my tongue on the bottom of her gigantic tits, she let loose the most piercing scream of that night:

'OooooooOOOhhh...!!'

With incredible dexterity, my left hand went straight towards a cushion laying on the sofa and gave it to my girl, which grabbed it at once and took it to her mouth, ramming it deep so as to stifle any and all screams I would cause on her.

And, oh, Lord, I would cause many! So many and oh so intense ones!

Without restraints, I sucked her entire body and devoured her flesh.

Her screams, never ending, where very well smothered by the cushion, but the shaking of her legs and entire body still made a frequent and worrying sound, so arousing to me as the subtle rustle of her liquids leaking away from her panties.

'Hush, dear, hush.' I ended my new session of intense deep kisses with lighter ones, once again warm on the tip of her bellybutton, looking up and finding her breasts... apparently bigger! 'Horny. My naughty girl is feeling really horny, huh?'

I spread open my own thighs so I wouldn't unwittingly cum with that vision. On her chest, her pajamas, extremely stretched by the breasts, there were two dark spots over the area of each nipple.

I gave her a deep and perverse laugh. My victory was absolute! Though I had barely started to play, and though I hadn't even get to the halfway point of that very simple warm up, I already knew she was mine, absolutely mine, mine like she wouldn't be of anyone else, except for, maybe...

'The King!'

My pussy contracted in a slight, **** spasm of pleasure.

I felt that something —someone— had grabbed my pussy and squeezed it very expertly, sending me as many jolts of pleasure as sounds of alarm: it was both the authoritarian and caring squeeze of someone so capable of hurting as much as giving orgasms —of making me shout out of **** pain or indescribable pleasure.

'The King...'

I stopped thinking about him, otherwise my pussy would explode much before due time.

I came back to my girl, who awaited me so full of expectations: the image of her, smiling with the cushion on her mouth, was funny. There were tears on her eyes! She was in ecstasy, not having the faintest idea of what my devilish mind was concocting for her.

Touching her back more firmly, I let go my hand from her pajamas, which again fell down to her waist, and rapidly grabbed the inner walls of her left thigh, making her squeal with delight:

'Oaaaahh...!!'

Her smothered screams turned me on. I looked at her profoundly all the while I kept my hand still on her thigh, licking my lips temptingly and preventing her to escape. Her breathing, which was getting under control, once again gained that twinge of fear before my presence.

Uselessly she looked down to me with despair in her eyes, a tear running down from one of them!, and shook her head saying «no».

'No?'

She shook her head again. I squeezed her thigh.

'Ooooohuummm...!'

'No, huh?'

I lifted her gown a little bit with my hand on her back, seeing how strongly she fought to leave, and sucked the left side of her waist while squeezing her thigh harder. 'I'm going to eat you up whole.'

'Aaaahhh!!'

Squeezing her was like tightening a wet towel: she leaked every time my hand sank on her flesh. My face was between her knees and her vagina, which produced an insane amount of lubricant, so excited and wide open it was for me that I could see the outlines of her outer labia and the tip of the clit throbbing cutely on the fabric of her panties —which by that time was a wet and completely darkened rag because of all the juices leaking from the front.

I asked myself how much lube she was capable of oozing before I arrived with my hands on her pussy, massaging her swiftly and vigorously from the thighs up all the while my lips sucked her from the bellybutton down, torturing her with such unimaginable jolts of pure ecstasy that she rocked her body front to back, frenzied, looking like a heavy metal fan in the middle of a performance.

'Ooooo...!! Ooong...!! Sooo... oooong!!!' The words burst on the cushion.

Yes. I was strong! Her thighs made a bubbly noise when trembling and rubbing against each other while I climbed them up with my vigorous hand.

Mmmm! My body must have been looking damn tight that night! All dressed up, but sweaty, I must have looked like a fitness muse so wet after an intense training, and completely steamy and heated up: my clothes made bursting noises out of how much the fabric was stressed by the hardened muscles, and my breasts indeed hurt out of so much being pressed against the shirt I was wearing.

'Ooaoaoaoaoaaooooaahh!'

I had to restrain my temptation of simply lifting that girl from the floor and squeezing her between my arms until she yelped with thin pain and sublime pleasure, and I sank my mouth on her spectacular titties, which jumped jovially before me!

Anyway. I restrained myself. I had to, for I was the leader there.

I was the 'man'. I was the initiator. But better still: «woman. More woman than any woman. An Alpha female, powerful, lady of my own body as much as other girls', and capable of feats even the best men —not even warriors!— could ever hope to match.»

I smiled proudly, planning new kinds of games with my child while I climbed her thighs with my hand and descended on to her bellybutton with my lips until arriving, dangerously, on her Explosion Zone —her erotic center, her pond of pleasure.

This little game lasted for five minutes, after which I had to give it some rest, otherwise my poor girl would faint.

'Mmmmmrr...!! Mmmmrrrmm...!! Mmmm...!!'

Her breathing caught my attention. I was hypnotized by her panties, from which there was a continuous outpouring of love nectars, until I looked up and smiled, separating my legs from each other even further so as not to cum with the marvel that I had witnessed.

'You're such a mess!'

Her face was bloated and red, her perfect platinum hair so messy that it seemed she had run through a forest and let it rip on the dry branches of nearby trees. She was like a wild animal completely drained from its energies, facing its predator eye-to-eye and then rolling belly up in surrender.

I embraced her back with both arms, stealing away her breath and kissing her belly strongly, and then I let my right arm loose from her waist. I guided my hand closer to her belly and, lowering my nose to her little cunt, inhaled very deeply so I could know how my girl smelled right when she was about to be touched.

I neared my three biggest fingers to the center of her labia and touched the tip of my middle finger on her panties.

I felt my partner's belly sink and expel violently all the air from the lungs, followed by a current of energy which literally took away all the strength from her legs!

Seriously: she ceded for a moment and would have fallen like an empty doll if I had not held her tight!

I put my hand deeper in between her legs: my thumb and my pinky touched her left and right thighs, respectively, and my index and ring fingers caressed each side of her labia, leading her up to tears of joy and many soundless screams:

'Uuuoooohh...!! Oooaahh...!! Ummm-oooh...!!'

Her breathing started to lose control once again.

'Delicious.'

I pressed my middle finger on the back of the pussy, so close to her anus, and then...

She arched her body backwards, shutting up completely a second later.

Her scream was long and silent —the kind of scream that's all air, no words— and then came the earthquake: she began to shake her entire body, a very long, broad and shallow kind of orgasm, like a full-cramp or a particularly intense fever dream.

A feverish cum!

She suffered that all throughout her body. I looked up; her nipples were pulsating!

'...!!!!'

I carried on with the motion: from the back of her pussy all the way up to the tip of her clit, I ran my middle finger across the whole path in the middle of her labia, feeling her juices pour all around my fingernail.

She was insanely lubed! A decent bulk of juices ran down on each thigh, falling continuously in two dense streams all the way down to her ankles, from where they dripped forming tiny puddles between her feet.

A woman could hardly get so aroused, yet there was I, causing this impossible arousal on my partner!

I! I and nobody else! Only I!

«Time to lick her.»

My tits got hard and my anus much tighter as soon as I heard that command: someone else was by my side.

«Okay,» I complied, ready to put my girl into a coma after so much coming.

In a simple, quick gesture with my middle finger forming up a hook, I've slid the finger into the bottom flap of her panties, rubbing slightly against her left labia, which pulsed and made her roar:

'Ooooooaaahhh!!!!'

With this single finger, I pulled her panties down slowly, and she began to throw her body back-and-forth, drilling her nails so deep within my scalp that I felt a sliver of pain.

'Uuuuuuuuhm!! Uuuuuuhmmm!! Huuuuhmmm!!'

She cried out of pleasure and I held back a smile, so full of curiosity to see the marvelous little treasure she kept beneath that red cloth.

In a single slow, uniform movement, I pulled her panties with my finger down to her ankles. A strong and intoxicating scent of raw meat and flowery feminine nectar hit my face.

I was aghast. Never had I see such a beautiful cunt!

I always judged my own to be a quite a looker, so jovial and tight, with its outer labia so squeezed that it turned the vulva into a thick, narrow package ready to be unwrapped by expert tongues and fingers, but that pussy in front of me blew out of the water any expectation I had about the beauty of women's private parts!

A space of a finger and a half separated her two outer labia, so swollen and yummy, while her inner labia were not only visible, but also bloated, pulsating like two lively petals from an exquisite fleshly flower, all the while her clit burst out like a tiny living finger, throbbing with its pinkish little head, with a much lighter coloring than the rest of that meat, which was wholly drenched on a magnificent, intense, dying-star kind of red.

From the middle of this ember meat gushed gulps of her passion juices in rhythmic waves, like a liquid pulsation. She was naturally very tight, I could sense that, but that stage of horniness made her pussy spread out so much that I could see the humid, torrid insides of her love tunnel —her moist and lively walls, begging for a very long tongue and very meaty, tasty cock.

I asked myself if that widened state of her cunt was a result of the dick —the incredible, massive dick— of her lover King, who reigned over my actions and controlled both of our thoughts.

I had no shame or patience to resist her pulsating clit, exhaling a hot and wild scent that asked for love, almost like a **** plea to be kissed and pulled and sucked by my thick lips.

Sluuuurp... spáát! I sucked it and released it, making a sweet popping sound.

'Oooaaaarhhrhhh!!'

I felt her body step back and something heavy fall over my head.

It was the cushion. My girl's wave of pleasure had been so intense she let it fall.

Pressing her belly against one of my cheeks, I took the cushion with my right hand, which dripped of my lover's nectar, and guided it slowly towards her, looking her with firm, serious eyes that said «don't waste any more of my time, because I've got to eat you.»

She shook her head. 'No.'

I shook the cushion. 'Yes.'

She took the cushion and, very slowly, placing it with difficulty amidst her trembling teeth, she bit it, shedding tears while she looked up, closed her eyes and begged so that the pleasure of my lips wouldn't be so great to the point of killing her.

The vision of her magnificent breast was now something that too made me mad. My eyes were almost bulging, jumping from the sockets due to the pressure of desire which was piling up within my skull after seeing those two steel white mountains, so glorious and regal!

Slowly I lowered my face to her pussy, which expelled gulps of hot juices every second or two. I put my nose closer to it and breathed in deeply, making my girl moan and suffer with my dense, deep, warm breaths.

I ate it up. It was a feast. I could literally drink my princess, filling up my stomach with her juices, which poured like an waterfall.

I had to focus so as not to drown on that plentiful pussy nectar all the while I tried to touch her in all her sweetest spots: my hands finally sank deep in her big, tough buttocks, which practically overwhelmed my fingers with so much abundance of flesh and muscle.

«What an ass, my white girl!» I thought about saying, but my mouth was too busy with her juices to surrender itself to any impressed declamations.

I squeezed that ass as if I was never going to feel anything else on my hands; I grabbed each buttock as if I wished to steal them, tapping that ass like a thuggish roguish rapper on his harem of dark-skinned beauties, separating her buttocks and going to play with my fingers around her asshole —but here's the deal: her ass was so big that, until I finally found the anus, right in the middle of those two massive walls of meat, I spent a whole minute contorting my hands and sinking my palms on that premium, first-world behind.

Meanwhile, I felt the juices of her groin flow out of my lips and drip wholesomely from my chin as soon as I began to penetrate with my tongue the inner walls of her vaginal tunnel, which contorted with a lively intensity, easy to reach due to the violent thrusts my doll herself made with her waist against my soaked wet face.

'Uuuuughhh!!! Uuuuuuughhghhh!!!'

I swallowed up so much feminine cum as she was able to produce, elevated to the pinnacle of the most unspeakable pleasures thanks to my wide and expert lips, and so thick that each of them, alone, was capable of making its own suction when meeting the equally fat, equally thick labia of her cunt.

At the same time, all my teeth brushed very delicately on the tip of her clit, which proved to be too much to my brave little doll:

'AAAARHHH!!!'

She threw her body back so strongly that, with my hands firmly grasping her delicious buttocks, she almost did a back flip over my arm and fell head-down on the floor, but luckily I knew when to release her on the right moment and allow her, with clumsy and hurried steps, to balance herself just enough so as to lay her back on the wall right besides the TV, almost dropping the objects on the case above the device.

By the time I had already left the sofa and was crouching with one ankle closer to the floor; my thighs were so thick and hard that, even with both legs well spread out, they not only touched each other, but also pressed against each other so much as to not let a single hair lock pass through the thickest part!

I looked at her with an authoritarian manner, the complete opposite of her quivering being: I breathed deeply, coarsely and slowly, like a gorilla before his opponent or a male lion surrounding his females; she was shaking, while I didn't move a muscle; she looked to all sides, I looked only straight to her; she didn't know what to do with her own body, I felt myself the perfect and absolute ruler of every muscle, every fiber, every tendon of my absolutely perfect, supreme being.

As if I lorded over all of the universe with my movements, I put one foot ahead and started to slowly, oh so slowly rise, while my girl followed my movement until I was more or less at her height —but with so much more to go!

Four to six inches taller than her, I smiled when seeing her face follow my rise up to the skies. Wobbly and babbling, she compared her little delicate frame to my Olympian one, and at one moment even tried to escape: she turned her body slightly to her right and attempted a very quick step to the apartment's door, but not nearly as quick as my left arm, which pointed to her chest at the very same moment that I shouted: «Stop!»

The voice that came out of my soul made the whole room rumble.

She glued her palms against the wall and looked at me unblinkingly, her eyes so big as those from a Disney princess, perfectly green while also crowned by sapphire halos, contrasting with the absolute darkness that adorned my feral gaze.

'Stop. Stooooop...' I repeated very lowly with each step until I reached her. I lifted my right hand up to my fat lips and wiped out, from cheek to cheek, the thick juices she had left on my mouth.

I then shook my hand near my ass, raining down on the floor many drops of her nectar, whose taste penetrated me from the mouth to the stomach.

«Roses and hazelnuts.» I thought, delighting myself with that taste from paradise, exactly the taste I expected a hot little spoiled princess such as her to have.

With only a few inches between our bodies, she tried to beg:

'P-please, no! P-please, nooo... nooo!!...'

I grabbed her waist, pulled her to me and felt her breathing down my chest, her chin rubbing against the upper flesh of my boobs, which painfully pressed against her chest.

Our tits met perfectly, like two stony, solid building blocks: ploc!, I could imagine the sound they made when fitting into each other, and the weight of my tremendous boobs kicking her own downwards. Ploc-bloc-ploc...!

She was bigger than me, but I was harder. Her breasts were the thickest any white woman could have; the kind that not even the most perfect implants could replace, so obscenely organic that even the biggest dunce of a man, when touching them, would quickly realize they were the real deal, and just as quickly feel his own dick rise up in that very instant.

My breasts, however, were on yet another league. «Hey-a, great blood this one I have!» I though and hid my cocky smile as soon as I felt my heavy bust press against hers. Even though hers were bigger, her tits had no way to **** my own upwards, so they themselves instead had to cede and curve downwards, reaching out the tip of my bellybutton.

She could rest her face over my titanic tits and they still would not cave down a single inch. I bet she could even try to **** them down and they would simply apply an greater **** upwards against her chin, making the whole head hop and her bone hurt.

The power of our gazes, nonetheless, was so great even our spectacular bosoms became second-place.

'You want me to consume you.' I exposed to her the simple reality with my deep voice: 'You want me to devour you.'

She shook her head saying 'no', but flaunted a smile saying 'yes'.

I squeezed her body tighter, taking out even more oxygen out of her. Her hands constantly pushed against my abs, as if trying to repeal me, but soon I realized they did so out of curiosity and horniness: as soon as she had measured my strength, she began to push harder and harder, and to even throw a few tiny punches until she felt one, two, three, four of my rock hard packs beneath my blouse, which made her melt completely before my sheer strength.

She laid on my belly both of her wide palms and massaged it filled with curiosity, very interested in knowing how such hard and pronounced abs of a woman like me would feel on tiny, soft hands like hers.

With my hand on her back, I squeezed her more. Our skins and our breasts, rubbing against each other, creaked to the sound of her own pleasured gasp:

'Oooooaaahh...!!'

I lifted my right hand slowly to her cheek and she, fascinated, unconsciously grabbed my elbow, feeling the tip of my potent biceps, which she discreetly, very shyly caressed.

She then grabbed my whole arm as a support, charmed by my effortless power.

I fondled her left cheek, laying the following words down on her ear:

'You came twice with your man before he did you, isn't that it?' Her eyes rolled, totally drunk. 'Very well.'

I quickly lowered my whole body and enveloped her waist with both of my arms, lowering my nose to the top of her breast, and then I lifted her entire body with me.

She let loose a squeal of surprise when she felt her feet leaving the floor. As soon as I was completely up, I took my left arm out of her back and got surprised by how little she weighted! Oh, literally a little doll. My own little sex doll that I could kiss and finger freely!

She laughed and looked at me completely stupefied, feeling her feet dangling a few inches from the floor. For the first time, to my surprise, she was the one to risk a kiss on me, but I turned my cheek and put my lips near her ear instead.

While I pierced her with my coarse words, my left hand was climbing down to her ankles and resting between her thighs, in a touch that stole from her all her remaining breath and made her freeze all up again:

'I'm going take this hand up on your legs until your pussy... and I'm going to make you cum.'

'Ooouurr...!! Oooo... Uuuuurghh!!' Was her frenzied, petrified response.

My body didn't wait my own words to start the action: as soon as I'd finished that sentence, it began the path of vigorous rubbing with my left hand along her inner thighs towards her throbbing cunt, which squished out renewed and voluminous love juices.

'I'm going to penetrate you... slow and steady... with my strong, strong fingers... and make you cum.'

'Uóóótt...!!'

My right arm pressed against her waist so much it almost gave her a tingle of pain. A little bit more strength and I could break her like a matchstick.

'You're not going to scream. Your whole body will shout and shake in bliss, but you can't make a sound, do you understand?'

'Uoooouhhh...!'

Immediately she sucked her lips, put them inside her mouth and squeezed them against her teeth, now breathing noisily, like a steamroller, through the nose.

While I was speaking, my hand was climbing and climbing...! It practically swam up the copious streams of nectar on her thighs, paddling gracefully towards her feverish core of cum.

'You're going to heat up... you're going to burn in so much ecstasy... and you're going to come right on my feet a veeeery deep and strong jet of cum...'

'Oooouhuuummm!!'

'And I will mark your soul with my fingers: the fingers of a women who knows what she wants... and who has no qualms... in making another woman scream!'

'Oooohh!!'

She started to tremble madly as soon as my hand got two inches from her bloated cunt.

I licked her ear and bit her lobe, making her milk another wave of nectar on my left fingers, so ready to penetrate her.

I smiled wryly. She would know exactly the moment I was going to make her blow up:

'Three.'

I brought my fingers closer.

'Two.'

Closer still.

I paused. My lips on her ear:

'One...'

'Oooo...'

I pressed my index, middle and ring fingers against her panties, and they slid effortlessly by the sides of the fabric and into her quivering cunt.

'OooooOOOOOUUUMM...!!!'

My thumb squeezed her clit in just about the perfect way, making her explode!

Her whole body became a wobbling mess of meat and cum bursting out of all her pores! She lactated through the breasts, staining the top of her pajamas, while my whole palm filled up with her liquids, which leaked and dripped through the sides of my hand. She contorted herself painfully while her face filled up with blood and her eyes almost sprouted out of her sockets, holding up a scream that could not be repressed for much longer.

Yet I kept going, infinitely cruel, and giving her unending bliss, not noticing how soon I myself was the one to be overtaken by this same incredible cumming:

'Oooohh!! Oooooaarrhhh!!'

While I fingered her furiously, I could feel myself soaking up to the point of overflowing and my waist burning so much it would soon burst a hole on my panties!

Incapable of letting go of my doll and freeing one hand, I instead pressed each of my powerful, potent thighs against each other, which.... ooaahh!!

My big, strong, hard muscles squeezed deliciously my cunt's labia, which dripped almost as strongly as my partner's. My shorts, which were already soaking wet, were pierced by another coat of cum, which slid down to the floor while outlining the strong muscle fibers of my enormous legs, my impossibly long and heavy legs, all while my girl squirted uncontrollably on my hand.

Squish, squirrmm, squash, squiish... I felt her melt through the puss amidst my vigorous finger-fucking, all my fingers caressing all of her most sensitive areas, throwing her on a whirlpool of emotions which I both envied and felt grateful for not to be feeling.

I envied it, yes, for that was the apex of pleasure; and I was thankful, indeed, for it was such a powerful bliss that it carried within itself an intense pain —like a sting of pure, profound, inhuman joy!

'....!!! ....!!!'

All this time my partner kept true to her word: she threw herself to all sides and hit her heels, her butt, her back and her had against the wall, yes, but at no moment she let escape a single squeal, which only seemed to make her orgasm intensify!

I started fingering her more strongly, making vigorous circling motions around her clitoris and dragging firmly two fingers along the upper inner walls of her cunt tunnel.

It was a rough surface which brought with it more copious waves of love juices, comparable only to the powerful ejaculations she had —she finally had!— on my palm.

Spliiiirsh!!

'Oh, yes!! Ooooh, yes, yes, yesss!, my naughty slut!!' I looked at her like a proud male, much impressed with the volume of her squirting. Ping, ping, plic-plic-pling!, the drops of her lube fell on the floor in a decent-sized puddle; whole strings, actually, not even drops, but true waterfalls of ecstasy gushed out of her scarlet labia and...!

One, two....! Two powerful jets I felt on my hands. Two squirts, but the number seemed to be wrong:

'Another one. You're going to come again for me, my delicious little cunt.'

Said and done: squiiish! How hooot! A powerful jet of cum right in the middle of my palm, so strong it tickled me and so hot it almost burned me!

'Ooooooohhh...!!!'

My girl was all red, poor little thing, like a hot chili pepper, and I could glance over her breasts many little reddish bubbles popping up like an intense rash allergy, her whole circulatory and respiratory system catching fire!

Following her squirting, her rebellious pleasure became martyrdom: I could see by her face, including the long string of tears on her eyes, that she begged for me to stop; that she really felt, no joking, very close to literally passing out, and that such experience would be marred in such a piercing, intense pleasure that she'd get down from it like a zombie completely torn-out from a hurricane.

But I had no disposition to stop. After all, I hadn't come yet and the continuous stream of juices from her pussy was what truly aroused me.

After she squirted for this third time, I kept the rhythm as it was for a long time until I felt her, through the violent contractions of her inner vaginal walls, preparing herself for a new, more intense, almost fatal kind of orgasm.

At this moment, I increased the rhythm of my fingering gradually and intensely, signaling very clearly to my girl that, if she thought that had been the peak of her pleasure, oh, she barely had any idea of the new mountain that awaited her further on!

I started to notice a burning sensation on my back. My girl was slapping me! I looked at her face, which was still facing the ceiling, and I saw that, actually, she was begging for a little bit of air, as well as for, more urgently, some piece of cloth on which she could scream.

But to take a cushion or a pillowcase at that time meant to let her go —which I didn't have the intention of doing, not for a single second!

'Hold on, Barbie girl!' I commanded on her ears. 'You're a warrior, huh! You're so good and strong, and I'm liking to see how you moan so hot, my filthy, busty angel!'

'Ooooohhh...!'

'Aaaaarghhhg!!'

Now, I was the one who had to hide a scream of pain, for my partner sank her teeth between my shoulders and my neck —right in the middle of my trapezoid!— gave it a powerful bite, nhaaaac!!, and remained like this, teeth to my flesh, drowning her screams on my muscles, which only managed to make me even more aroused.

'Ooh, oooh, my girl, oooh, my tasty, trim, hot busty fuck-girl!'

All this time and I barely had the opportunity (or initiative) to touch or suck her breasts. Oh, what a big foolish girl I was!

I felt her sweat and her tears of ecstasy on my shoulders, so close to the piercing sensations of her nails, craaack!, piercing my wide and muscular back and tearing it open with the greatest strength she could muster on her little body, only for my muscles to reply with powerful contractions and one almost regenerative, Wolverine-like tenacity.

Soon I noticed that I wouldn't be able to remain on that pose for much longer, for not only had I started to feel the weight of my dear girl, yes, but I could barely keep going without my pussy receiving any love.

I thrust, therefore, my big right leg between her tights and started rubbing against her waist, making her scream with more hurtful passion near my shoulder.

My thick lips stuck on her right ear, whispering at the same time that my thigh rubbed against her legs and my hand basically wrinkled and cramped beneath the multiplying and unending liquids from her agonizing cunt:

'Feel me whole, my delicious little girl!' I sucked her neck, sending her to the middle of a long and wordless scream! 'Your precious little cunt is mine!'

I sank my fingers on her cunt, which exploded in a million hot jets of cum.

'Oooooohhhh... aaaaaaahhhhhrrrr!!!'

She could have passed out. She could have died!

But she survived, yes, feeling me press the tip of her clit with my thumb while the abductor muscle right beneath it squeezed and rubbed the left labia of her vagina, and the backs of my pinky and ring fingers pressed amorously her right labia; as for the cherry on top, the highpoint of the orchestra of orgasms, came my index and middle fingers deep inside her pussy, massaging all the glorious length of the rugged walls of her vaginal cave and bringing with it a tsunami of juices, which exploded on my palm as soon as my girl almost screamed her dry lungs out on my shoulder:

'Oooooohhh... aaaaaaaahhhhhrrrrr!!!'

'Ooohh!'

Her bite truly hurt, as in: it drew blood out of my flesh, much like how her fingernails left rips throughout the back of my shirt.

And soon after she quickly let go of my body, for the powerful stream of love nectars was much greater that what she was physically able to handle: as soon as her squirt had hit my palm, she relaxed all of her muscles and fell flat on the floor!

Blam!

Seriously! She almost turned into a rubber doll and threw herself to my left side, which caught me so surprised I barely had any time to hold her!

Pooom! Buuum!! Her body dropped on the floor like a corpse. I turned my back and laid it on the same spot she had just been on the wall so I could see if she was well without, nonetheless, stop touching myself so madly —for now it was I who wanted a little bit of her ineffable bliss!

While I glanced at her with the corner of my eyes, I put both of my hands inside my panties and started to masturbate voraciously, without even minding to take out my shorts.

Actually, it was more arousing for me to feel every inch of that fabric darken even more with all my lubes! The tightness of its grip around my waist also appeared to be a powerful bonus, as if there was a man grabbing me and biting me right there, on my behind!

'Oooooohh...! OOOOhhhh..!!'

While I prepared myself for the most spectacular orgasm of my life, I checked on my girl one last time to see if she was well.

Yes, she was. Not a lot, but she was.

Her pleasure was painful. After a brief moment of stillness, without taking her chest or face out of the floor, she lifted her ass and...

Aaaaff!! She pined her spectacular booty all up for me to see! What a sight, friends, oh, what a sight! That was an ass to strike jealousy onto any African goddess, but all white and so dang shapely, with the markings of each of my hands on each buttock, which clapped against each other and revealed to me her twinkling asshole while she kept fingering herself madly with both hands!

While I was nearing that which would be the most maddening, most deafening orgasm of my life, I saw my partner continuously dripping from her pussy, forming up a trail of cum that went from my legs, where we once had been, all the way up to those new tiny ponds on her body near the sofa.

It was a glorious view: her ass, her legs, the side of her breasts pressed against the floor, and her face, with eyes wide shut, barely able to process all the bolts of pleasure that enraptured her...!

It wasn't that, however, which made me cum. It was myself.

'Ooo...!!!'

With my pussy being assaulted from all directions by all fingers and all outpourings of unimaginable pleasures, I threw my face up, closed my eyes and imagined my own self, powerful and hot, naked before my own reflection in the middle of the darkness, looking at myself with the same fire in the eyes, exhaling steam through each pore, a magnificent and unbeatable goddess capable of making men and women come at will!

Something then appeared out of the shadows behind me. I lost my breath.

A man... no! A bull, judging by its size! That was not a man, that was a horse!

His broad shoulders made my own minuscule. His towering height dwarfed me. His powerful arms wrapped around me, yet he kept, together with my reflection, starting directly and deeply at me.

'Cum.'

I blew up.

I felt the first jet come out hot and strong from my pussy, pouring by the sides of my shorts and dripping on the floor almost at the same instant, and I became determined to prolong it as much as possible, even if that ended up killing me!

I was going all out! I was going until the depths of that orgasm, whatever the consequences!

'Time to see how strongly a woman can cum!'

As soon as the first jet burst, I kept massacring my throbbing cunt with the same motions which had sent my girl to the wild: thumbs on the clit, abductors on one side of the labia, pinky and ring fingers on the other, and index and middle fingers, all four of them deep within my pussy, fucking it as vigorously as any cock, and prolonging that orgasm to a torrent which would suck out of me all my consciousness and throw on the floor the dirty rags of my soul!!

'Ooooaaaarrhhh!! Oaaaahrhhhr!! Oooaaarrhh!!!'

My orgasms were much more evenly spaced than those of my girl. And so much denser! And so much more bountiful than she would ever be able to produce.

I mean, it was so much cum gushing out of me! A prized breeding bull wouldn't be able to produce as much cum as I was squirting right on that moment! I mean...!!

It was obscene! It was almost criminal the amount of ejaculate that came out of my pussy in that moment.. and something told me I would have been able to make even more of it if at one point the common sense hadn't **** me to stop.

I mean...!!

A second, then a third, finally a fourth long jets burst out of my pussy and fell on the floor like a loud, continuous rainy stream of female cum!

Each ejaculation lasted at least half a second, having the third one reached a full second of thick, potent, scorching blast on my palms, the apex of that pleasure ramble which immediately put me on my knees while I felt the beginning of the fourth and final blast!

I fell down with my forehead to the floor, expelling my final and longest scream as my fourth, conclusive orgasm spread out violently all over the floor:

'Oooooooooouuuuuurruuhhh!!!!'

I didn't scream nor moan; I howled and roared! I was a beast in heat and that was my satiety. I was elevated to the heights or pleasure and I was thirsty for more!!

That night, oh, it had barely begun.

'Uuuuuuuaahhhuaaaaaaahgrhhhrhh!!!'

I rubbed my cheeks on the floor and felt my breasts follow suit, and between my legs, still being fingered with passion, my pussy emitted the final bursts of joy, not too bulky nor strong enough to be considered a fifth blast of my cum.

But, quite frankly, I was done for! I looked ahead, with my bulging eyes, and saw the world all dim, a bit colorless, as if I had reached the limits of my consciousness and so dang narrowly avoided a comma.

My pussy throbbed with pleasure and my ears caught, quite lovely, the constant dripping of my female juices falling by the sides of my tight shorts and climbing down thighs until the ankles on the floor.

With my booty all pinned up and the pleasure finally dissipating, I felt my fingers decreasing the rhythm of their thrusts until getting into a long, delicious, suave and endearing massage, and I noticed that the tightness and wetness of my shorts really was buggering more than delighting me, giving me finally the will to undress.

There was, of course, one thing left. 'Oh, God, I almost forgot!'

I looked to the side and found my partner depleted, laying down some steps away, looking at me with contemplative eyes, a silly smile on the face, while I still retrieved the last shards of my consciousness.

We both were on a pitiful state, only not as ruined as the rest of the room, which looked like a swamp with all out viscous secretions of pleasure.

Ha, ha, ha! For real! We had left all the floor stained with cum, some spots even with palm-sized puddles.

Ha, ha... ha! I laughed on the inside, but on the outside I was still in the zone. My girl, with her smile, revealed an uncontrollable lust: she had stopped cumming a good while before me and, once recovered, laid down in a way so she could observe every second of my immense orgasm.

And she seemed to have liked everything she saw. More than that, she was quite frankly mortified by all she'd just witnessed, as if my multiple orgasms had been such a tremendous **** of nature that she felt a real danger for being so close to me!

What strength could she have, for instance, if I rose up and walked over, brimming with authority, still thirsty for her little body?

Oh, the same strength of a rat on the lion's paws!

Mine! She was completely, absolutely, infinitely mine!

But wait a little, for first I had to...

'Aaaaaaaahhhhrrhh...!!'

...get back at my feet. I heard my partner go 'shhh', by my side. As soon as I looked to her, she recalled her finger from her lips and cowered, fearing to have stirred me.

'You done?' She asked, moving her waist over the puddle of cum she had left between her thighs, dripping still from her tremendously bloated and raw cunt.

And I answered dryly, undoing the silly smile that my partner kept on her face:

'No.'

She was taken aback, swallowed up some air, but at the same time, with as much terror as expectation, she felt a pink flame, hotter that the sun!, burst again behind each of her breasts.

'N-no?'

I only stared deeply at her. I was still assailed by some palpitations of pleasure when I finally removed my fingers from within my pussy, and their contact with my skin was such that, like a crack head, I feared the effects of a withdrawal as soon as I took them out completely.

'Uoooooaaaaahhh....!'

Through my mouth ran a sliver of moaning that was left buried within my lungs. A liquid, splashy sound followed: sbloosh! My partner's eyebrows rose up, surprised by what their eyes just saw.

Without me noticing, a decent bulk of juices had piled up within me and between my palms. The moment I took then out, sbloosh!, I released a tiny teacup of female cum on the floor.

I laid my arms by the sides of my head, ready to rise from the floor and, if my leg muscles let me, finally put myself on my feet.

I saw the eyes of my partner so confused as I rose. She looked strangely fascinated by my super feminine anatomy, as if I had the same vigor of a very trimmed guy, but the same ladylike proportions of a catwalk model, as erotic as she herself, my pretty little blond doll, was.

I was pure sensuality and sinful carnality, and my little girl knew that all too well, and, ooh!, she felt that oh so vividly between her legs!

A fiery brunette versus a pretty blond-y Barbie doll; a brutish man-girl from the countryside versus the little princess from the city; a haughty, sassy cowgirl versus the modest, chaste porcelain doll. Oh, there was no way that would end well... and also no way it wouldn't be so hot!

I placed one foot further ahead, beneath my waist, and the other a little behind, in the pose of a racer at the start of the run. I was getting ready to stand up. After a wave of slumber swept my body from feet to head... I felt hot again, like a rocket! My insides, as if filled with fuel, were ready to take off!

In that moment, bizarrely, I thought of the Harley-Davison of my prince 'Johnny', and of the deep, potent growl it did every time the engine was turned on: vruuuuum! Vrruuuuumm!

I was a beast ready to strike. The discovery of such energy, so scary that it was, took my breath away! I felt I could break the world in half with my bare hands, and neither nothing nor anybody would be able to stop me.

I felt almost criminal, even murderous, with a thirst for meat that could only be compared to that of a tigress in heat!

The masturbatory marathon I had engaged in with my partner would have stolen all the energy out of any woman. An army of ordinary girls would have collapsed after all the frenzy I and my partner had provoked on that room... but I, oh, I was still thirsty for more, much more, feeling myself capable of engaging in that same activity, with the same intensity twice, thrice that night alone!

Actually...

«All night!» I turned my face to my girl, who shrank even further when she saw my hungry expression. «I want to devour this girl all night long.»

Like the King did. With his little whores: Allison, Amber and Malaya, the hottest and most delicious trio of that school, wrecked to their insides and their souls after a whole night and morning of rolling 'n coming amidst the sheets.

The King was the one who commanded all of my actions; he was the only responsible for us both being there together; if not by the King, there wouldn't have been funny little chats or teases between me and Jessa, there wouldn't have been anything.

And if not for the Kind, I wouldn't have had the... strength!... let alone the skill!... to do all that I did, nor what I was going to...

What I was about to do all night to her!

Tightening the muscles below my waist, I slowly rose. My thighs burst and my glutes flexed powerfully as I took my body out of the floor.

My rise was like the ascension of a goddess, the awakening of a sexual titan! The whole world, I felt, rose with me. I felt each muscle of my abs stretch and the labia of my pussy quiver as I slowly rose and cracked the bones of my shoulders, feeling too the bite of my partner on the right shoulder solidify in long and cute little plaques of blood.

I felt renewed and perfect, as if that sky-splitting orgasm had been my rebirth!

'Wow...'

I heard my partner fan up by my side. Seeing her, I noticed how her chin was low and her eyes so stuck on my sculptural, sweaty physique, for in that moment I really did look like a mythic being carved up on wood; each fiber and each tissue, each mighty muscle from my super trimmed body like those of a Spartan statue carved up from the heart of a mountain.

Without words, I turned to my partner and lowered my hands to my shorts, wanting to undo the last few millimeters of its zipper. To my shock, however, I noticed that the zipper —holy f-!— had burst during all that action! It wasn't surprising then that I felt so squeezed! It was quite possible that the edges of those minuscule shorts had left permanent marks on my waist and thighs!

Avoiding a smile, for my focus on my partner was much greater, I put one thumb on each side of the shorts and, applying pressure, lowered them down to the middle of my thighs and then to the floor on two long, well-measured interlocked motions, during which my dearest doll followed me unblinkingly with her eyes, compliant like a sheep obeying the wills of its German shepherd.

Remains of gracious nectars slid down from the area freed by the shorts. There was literally not a single dry inch on that whole cloth! Each strand of the jeans seemed drenched in my cum, which maybe had eased out its undressing, as well as making the piece feel much heavier on the tip of my thumb and index fingers, which I used to grab it like tweezers.

I stood up fully once more, taking the shorts out of the floor and up in the air while holding it on the tip of my fingers on my outstretched arm, all while my girl moved by following my hand.

I spread my fingers open, making the shorts fall. Plloorsh! The noise of its impact on the floor was deep. My girl, however, didn't take her eyes off my face.

After a while, she lowered them to my overstretched chest and then to my muscular waist, above which the four-pack of abs was very well outlined beneath my shirt, glued to the skin by the sweat, below which there was...

'Oooohh...!'

I heard her holding her breath as soon as her eyes stopped on my panties, which even then dripped once or twice every ten seconds or so with the juices that kept piling up, albeit more discretely, on the tip of my protruding, throbbing camel toes —each labia more lively and hot than the cock of many a man.

Flattered by her gaze, I pledged myself to extend that voyeuristic session for as long as possible, feeling that there was still a great part of me to be discovered and appreciated by those admiring eyes.

Slowly, and now starting to smile very seductively with the corner of my lips, I turned around jiggling my waist until I had my ass facing my girl, who, when seeing my glutes, couldn't help but to sigh and exclaim, amazed:

'Ooooah...!'

My ass must have really be looking spectacular from that viewpoint. It was so hard and unwavering that I, even without looking at it, could physically feel its beauty thought the tremendous **** that it exerted on my waist, as if a single curve on the buttocks had more meat than the whole behinds of many other women.

My little show was not over, however. No. There was still something quite wonderful for me to do: grabbing my panties with one index finger on each side, I pulled the cloth upwards until, in a tremendously long and erotic grind, the fabric caved in between the buttocks and sank on them until it touched my asshole, which twitched out of pleasure and pain from feeling the cloth so warm and thin.

'Uuuuugmmmm!!' I exhaled out of satisfaction, getting more bursts of power when feeling the vast area of my ass finally relieved from the cloth.

The panties, however, began to bother me greatly. They needed to be taken out... as soon as possible!

In one swell motion, I released the straps on both sides of my waist. Snááp! I squealed in pleasure when I felt them, like tiny whips, snap on my skin. I put all the weight of the body to one leg, then to the other, feeling on each yo-yo motion my glutes alternating in stone hard contractions, pure muscles oiled by the varnish of my sweat and ejaculates.

When I considered the spectacle to be over, I turned back to my partner, who only had fat, lusty eyes instead of words.

«You're awesome», she trembled, to which I replied, also without a word:

«You haven't seen anything yet.»

Our admiring gazes couldn't keep on just like that, without consummation. After all, my pussy still sizzled and I needed to cool it off on my marvelous partner sooner than later.

Gazing intensely all around the place, like a queen on her palace, I stared once more my lover and asked:

'Where's your room?'

Confusion and fear tainted her eyes before she, very submissive and obedient, rose up slightly and pointed towards the only corridor of the end of that living room, which led to a single bathroom and a shut door.

I didn't look at her nor did I say anything. I simply walked over to the room, shaking my ass provokingly, and, when I got to the door, I turned the knob to see if it would cave in, but I realized it was indeed locked.

Only then did I look to my girl with an impatient expression:

«Come on.» I commanded with my eye, and my girl, chunkily, got up without knowing what to do or what to answer, splitting her sights between me and the entrance to the apartment.

'P-please!' She squeaked to me like a tiny white mouse, and my face then sunk into a really deep complexion.

Yeah, right! As if, after everything we had done, I'd really let her expel me before I could devour her whole!

I stretched towards her my right arm and the index finger of my hand. Very slowly, savoring every inch of that arching motion, I bent my finger twice, stopping it so near to the base of my thumb, signaling with all the syllables:

'Come. Here.'

Her breathing once again began to quicken; her breasts, to harden.

'O-okay.' She moaned pathetically while looking on the shelves for the key of her bedroom. During our lovemaking, it was possible they had fallen on the floor.

Half a minute of search later, she approached the door with her head down, barely able to look at me when she excused herself near my body so she could unlock the door.

I stepped back only to give her enough space between her body and the door. Under my harder breasts, I felt her body fit —plop!— like a building block on the arch of my shoulders.

She knew I looked at her piercingly, and was shaking a lot while trying to insert the key on the hole. While she stumbled, shakier and shakier at every attempt, I got close to the back of her neck and breathed in deeply that wonderful scent of a catwalk model-like princess after a good fuck.

I grabbed her waist with both of my hands and pulled my thigh beneath her legs. My girl let go a faint yelp —oooow...!— and I hungrily ran my hands up to her heavy tits, provoking on her another cry: 'oooooaaamm...!'

At this moment, however, she fought back and looked at me angry at first, but soon not anymore, for she could do nothing against my profoundly erotic, primitive, tribal aura.

'N-nooo...' She whined, to which I simply said:

'Let's go.'

She nodded and pushed the door open seconds later.

Both of our bodies went through the portal —hers ahead, mine silently and warmly behind— and the door closed behind my back, sealing us shut, together and alone, in her love cave.