She needed to be loose and relaxed. I wasn’t a novice at thi..
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She needed to be loose and relaxed. I wasn’t a novice at this, I’d had twenty-five years to perfect my skill in bed…Or in this case on a blanket in the woods.
One helluva way to christen my new land.
Satisfied with how much she could take, I stripped off my boxer briefs and sat back down. I plucked her with ease off the forest floor and straddled her over my lap. Face to face she panted, trying to recover from the swift ecstasy. I wasn’t going to allow her rest, she would stay in this turmoil of pleasure.
I gripped her hips and positioned her over my erection. It was drooling for her. It needed her as badly as I did. Lorel looped her arms around my shoulders and buried her face in my neck. I felt her lips then her teeth as I entered her.
A groan as deep as it could be reverberated from me. Pussy had never felt this good before. She was not only tight and warm, but wetter than I’d ever seen a woman. Her juices slid down my cock, as if it knew it couldn’t take all of me but wanted to share still.
“Damn it, you’re insanely large,” she moaned.
“I told you.” I cupped her backside and moved her up and down. While on her knees she had balance and could take over whenever she wanted, but she allowed me the control for now.
She gasped whenever I bottomed out, prompting me to quickly pull back until there was only an inch or so inside. I plummeted back in and repeated the motion.
I wasn’t a particularly religious man but I had found bliss, my own garden of eden with Lorel. When she began to ride me, she bounced faster on my cock. She was warmed up now. Closing my eyes, I started to focus on anything else, to make it last longer. She bit my lip, drawing my back in, not letting me slip away. She demanded …no, commanded attention and I would give it to her.
As we kissed, I clutched her sides, ready to dismount her as the need to come swelled inside me.
“Come,” Lorel’s pussy clenched around me and I growled. There went my intention to pull out.
“Fuck.” Who was I to deny her.
