He was good. Very
good. Each thrust sent her to seventh heaven. He gripped her
hips and banged away, the sound of their flesh smacking
together drove her crazy. She spread her legs further,
giving him more leverage. He went at her faster, gripping
her tighter, thrusting harder. She was so wet, it was
driving him crazy.
A few minutes went
by and he hadn’t let up yet. Good. She was almost ready to
come again.
Something felt new
to her. It felt as if he were becoming wider and longer. It
was a good feeling though, making her even more wet. She
could practically feel the rippling veins just underneath
the surface of his penis. Exhilarating! She started to push
back onto his cock, feeling ready to explode once more. But
something else felt different too. Not only was his penis
getting larger, she could feel his nails starting to dig
into her hips. Ah, someone who like to give a little pain
with his pleasure. No biggie.
His thrusts
increased in speed. He was more elongated and it was
starting to hurt just a little. It only helped her come
quicker, and when she did, she wanted to collapse, but he
kept going. Obviously, he hadn’t gotten there yet.
His breathing had
deepened to low growls, and in his throes of passion, his
nails pierced her flesh. Rivulets of blood ran down her
thighs. She saw them and gasped, then turned to look at her
mystery man.
Mystery man he was
not!
