Studies in Contrast #4
Her cunt was firm and tight and muscular, and her scent was intoxicating. At the apex of each thrust, Kelly gripped Ryan with her vaginal muscles and pulled him in tighter with her legs. “Your cock was made for me, baby. Give it all to me. Give me everything you got.”
They moved together in the simplest and most primitive rhythms. His breaths were coming short and sharp now, and he tried to fuck Kelly as hard as she was thrusting back. She could feel him swelling even bigger inside of her. “Coming,” he gasped. “Oh, God, come with me.”
Her eyes became very, very wide as she felt him swelling. Her lips parted, and she felt like she was drifting weightlessly– that the only two things in the universe were her tight young pussy and his engorged cock. And they were moving together faster and faster, and it was getting bigger, and she knew that soon the spasm would come.
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