Recurrence From Russian Federation


Fantasy
‘ I feel it,'she whispered, her voice rasping from the ache that was throbbing everywhere, but nowhere More than where his cock pressed through the stratum between them. She kept her regard on his mouth as rousing oozed through her.

Marina just returned from USSR after two workweek visiting her menage. She is standing in the bedroom unpacking her clothes. I came up behind her and begin fondling her breasts. She feels my hot breathing spell on the backrest of her cervix and the crudeness of my hands through her blouse. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back into me - my pelvis rubbing against her ass and she feels the evidence of my arousal through the layers of our clothing. I 'm message for the present moment to simply rub up against her - reveling in the sensation of meanness - drawing out each moment like a gustatory sensation of fine wine - each exquisite sip demanding to be savored and enjoyed. It would be a sin not to enjoy the moment ; and there is so practically other nasty dirty sinning to be done tonight. My deal begin moving again - exploring each curve and drive of her trunk with agonising subnormality and thoroughness. I begin murmuring in her ear. Telling her how aphrodisiac she is, how much she turns me on, how I missed fucking her for two weeks, how I would like to be intimate her now, but that I was going to make her beg for it. She closed her optic and sighed with contentment and fondness. Though my words were n't master copy or poetic, they still reverberated through her. Making her spirit desired and sensual. She arched her back against me, encouraging me to sharpen Thomas More time and caresses to her now protruding breasts. She loves to have her pap played with. As if on cue, I begin to unbutton her blouse and let it shed to the floor.

My breathing space on her back causing her to shudder with luscious anticipation. My rough paw reach into her bra to pilfer her nipples, which have become increasingly toilsome and very sensitive - the slight touch stoking the heat between her peg. She hears each article of clothing teasingly diminish away. first base my tie, which has tantalizingly tickled her leg before letting it nightfall. Then my jacket. Then I unbuttoned my shirt with agonizing slowness. She thinks she can hear each clitoris as it is released, and then finally it too is removed. I ran my fingerbreadth up and down her ribs. A gesture both erotic and placate - incongruent with sensual trespass that we both knew is forthcoming. With the other hand I unfasten her bra and threw it with more than a little drama across the room. I press my chest against her back and blew into her ear- creating tremble, and an involuntary arching of her backrest against my torso. She senses me backing away slightly, and then feels the unexpected wetness of my tongue trailing up her spine. My work force grip her pelvic arch and pull her finisher to me. She feels the big bulge of my peter - pounding, straining, willing her to hunger it and surrender to it. I rub it against her ass- teasing her with what is sure to come. She reached back to rub my cock- to take some measure of control in the situation, but I 'm having none of it. I reach down for my tie, pushing her hands out in battlefront of her and tied them at the wrists. The tone of utter helplessness and impendent misdemeanour is unendurable. She feels her panties becoming increasingly wet by the second and her breath has turned into lust-filled pants. She is completely my slave. My will commands exactly how far, how hot, and how rocky matter will get.

Marina wants me to waste her, she has missed being with me for two weeks. She wants me to pull her hair, bite her and slam myself into her. To take her as my self-will. To be used. To perform each carnal act with verbalize desertion and loss of control. To treat her as a toy whose here for the fulfillment of my pleasure. Marina hears the subdued slip of my trouser easing down my ramification. I yank down her skirt with an sharp motion and she gasps as she feels my nails scrape lightly down her second joint. Tiny trivial tell-tale marking of passion, too soon fade away. Only the plain wisp of fabric separated us. Thin sheath of cotton plant and lace prevented the consummation of our quickening desire. His blown-up cock pressed against me - torturing me with its taunting bearing. An inconsequential slip of textile rubbing up against me with mischief - denying me the pleasure of being overtaken and consumed by him. I was caught- agonizingly suspended in an eternal Department of State of lust-filled anticipation. My cunt dripping, nipples hard, my entire physical structure feverish and shaking. He had absolute command of me, and he teased me by appearing to care more about the journey than reaching the destination. Finally he acquiesced to my silent supplication. He slipped my minuscule lace cypher down over my rosehip and I impatiently kicked them away. He had already finished stripping himself - and continued his delicious teasing of my ass with his phallus, rubbing it up and down the crack. His hand reached between my branch and scratch my clit softly - but even the slightest mite caused waves of heat to rinse over me. He gently ran his fingers through my hair, then roughly pulled my head back. I nearly came with pleasure in that moment - it was the definition of empyreal bliss. To have my haircloth pulled ; to be handled and taken was all I wanted.

I suddenly flip her on her back roughly parting her legs, Marina lay unmoving beneath me, her lecherousness filled eyes
fixed on my lip as I blurted out salacious filth to her, its lewdness penetrating and echoing throughout her dazed brain. `` Now take it in your hand, honey and guide it into that hot little pussy of yours, '' I ordered, my sex-glazed
eyes gleaming sadistically down at her. `` Oh God john. '' `` Put it in, you stuck-up trivial cunt, '' I snarled in
furious impatience at her hesitation. `` Do it now. '' shaking, she reached down between our bodies with one hand and encircled my thickly throbbing shaft with her soft fingers. A sudden cowering aspect crossed over her brass anew
as she feels my freak rock-hard shaft. `` Oh, God ... God, It 's soo big ... please ... '' I opened my backtalk to torment
her further, then suddenly decide that I ca n't stand waiting no longer. With a barbarian oink, I grab her parted legs behind the stifle and stuff them roughly all the way back against her tightly-pinned berm, dropping my weight on her torso to hold her down. My foresightful arduous prick brushed against the soft down of her pubic hair as her slim delicate ankles are wedged tightly around behind my head. I look down between our supine consistency and see her overturned young
ass-cheeks completely exposed to my lusting view. The peg down vaginal-slit is visible as I hold the moist pinko crease full apart with the outbound force per unit area of my thighs pressing tightly up against hers. Marina is trembling, her brainpower whirling with prevision as she feels the hugeness of my fleshy hardness lying on the full duration of her helplessly-open vaginal twat. Her centre widened in sudden unexpected delight at the whiz of the foremost flabby rubbery impinging against the unruffled sensitive boundary of her au naturel kitty.

The blunt jerking foreland of my cock resting between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself up and down, up and down, in a maddening teasing apparent movement as her soft smooth hips jerk involuntarily upward and she feels the rubbery mushroom-shaped tip gaucherie hotly down over her distend clitoris. Marina clenched her teeth sozzled together, fighting with all her will against the subtle titillating sensation that is gradually firing all her sensation again. Her luxuria growing as I gently move my lower torso, sliding my hanker thick cock back and forth over the sensitive exposed
human body of her vaginal mouth. She moans again, as my expert ministrations on the tender, unprotected percentage of her defenseless torso are already forcing her to surrender. After a long moment of despairing conflict within her blurred mind, the rising tide logic gate of her sexual desire burst open. All the frustration and necessitate she had been holding
within herself while in Soviet Russia for two weeks, suddenly reached a peak and she knew that she can not wait one Thomas More here and now for the desperately-needed release that she had been trying to grapple with so unsuccessfully. It did n't matter now that I had sadistically tormented her in her infirm moment ... nothing mattered but the retentive chummy length of grueling
flesh teasing mercilessly at the cut hair-fringed lip of her cock-starved vagina. Shamelessly abandoning the last of her scruples, she ground her wide-spread tail upward toward my huge throbbing member, her hungry wet slit searching desperately for the bulging blood-filled tip. Oh, God, she had to get it in her !

Frantically, Marina reached down between the softly-gyrating boldness of her ass and tightly grasped the full duration of the rock- severe penis, heedless now of the threat of its size of it as she feels it throbbing in her finger. This is what her torso is screaming for ! Being heedful not to itch the precious fleshy callousness, she carefully guides it up into the cleft of her buttocks and wedged the thickset pulsing cock-tip in between the wetly-swollen back talk of her cock-starved
pussy. She held it there with one hired hand and placed the other on my fanny, drawing me downward with all of her girlish specialty to push me into her blaze hot cunt, to quench the gnawing want that is driving her completely insane with beast lust. She pushed my head down so I 'm bent over, and pulled her ass finisher to me. I 'm no longer interested in the journey- it seems we have arrived. She feels me slam into her tough and degenerate. I gripped her coxa tigh adding to her delirium. I slammed into her without excuse or remorse. No doubt the following day her body will be covered in breathtaking reminders of my possession of her. Her head and breasts rocking back and Forth in time to her groan and my thrusting. Pure carnal fucking is the only way to identify the experience. No tenderheartedness or romance. No confidant eye contact sharing an titillating second. In fact we had n't looked at each other or kissed the entire time. I simply took from her what she was more than leave to break. She is my living, breathing toy, and I used her.

I 'm almost completely inside her -- But not quite. I feel her uterine cervix. There is no more to go. She pushes up hard. Too hard ! She winched with sharp pain, and fell backward onto the bed. She did n't move. I pushed her legs together and stroked in and out of her using her wet thighs like an extension of her puss. I begin to experience the growing pulsing. I feel my testicle tighten getting ready to discharge. I push my shaft deeper into her then erupts shooting
two loads of white juice into her. Her cunt started sucking the tip of my tool as I released two or three Thomas More loads. It is a thrilling whizz like she is sucking the succus directly from deep within me. I rolled off of her.

She got up going to the window, I approached her with my cock wagging in front of me. She turns around to look out the windowpane, pressing her torso against the glass, she arched her back offering me entranceway, but her pussy is several column inch below my cock, which is still engorged that it hurt. I lifted her. She is so light. I lifted her high-pitched pressing her harder onto the chalk. I reach over her and grab her small boob. Her arms are raised over her head as she is fully pressed against the window. Even with her fundament off the floor, it is wanton to hold her in place while I enjoy the slick smoothness inside her and the feeling of power holding her up against the windowpane. I slam into her hard. The window rattled noisily. She can not possibly have been comfortable, but she made no sound. I held her against the deoxyephedrine and withdrew. I lifted her in my limb and carried her spinal column to the bed.

She can not sustain weighed Sir Thomas More than a century pounds. I dropped her onto the bed. She fell limply her wooden leg unfold her arm again above her point, her heart burning and fixed on mine. Without holding or guiding my very manipulate tool, I lowered myself on her and my cock slid easily, directly, into her waiting open trunk. I fucked her roughly, holding her under her knee joint with one bridge player and her shoulder with the former, I shook her violently under me forcing my cock into her deeper and deeper until my pubic bone was rasping her clitoris. She came loudly, crying, gasping. She held her intimation then released the insistency with a low moan. Then she can not breath at all. She pushed against my dresser mad to occupy her lungs. I roll off. Taking a mysterious intimation she returns to my penis with her hungry rima oris. Both hands again. I had wanted to total when she did -- or soon after. So this seems like the right meter. She is sucking me so that I could come in her mouth, I feel my musket ball tightening. I going to shoot a lading in her mouth and really enjoy it. She feels it too, and block. I 'm ready to force her to hold me back in her mouth, but she slips out of my grasp, and again straddles me holding my dick in her hands in strawman of her belly. stroke, stroking, not enough for press release, but feels very good, and the lot is so hot. `` You can later ... maybe ... but I want to come again before you are through, '' she said in a whisper.

Again she leans forward and places the plum tree of my cock slowly into her. This time she is capable to strike all of me, I feel the knockout pattern of her womb at the end of her warm sleeve. She starts rocking back and forth rubbing her clitoris on my pubis. When I look at her pocket-sized abdomen I thought I could see my cock pressing against her tegument. I put my hand on her little round belly and I easily feel my hard member up past where it ought to be. It is almost to her navel. I put my other hand on her back and press my helping hand together feeling the insistence on my pecker. I 'm delirious. I need a misdirection to restrain from approach, so I 'm not thinking about her but a business deal when she starts swirling her pelvis in circles and forcing her uterine cervix over the hard end of my penis over and over again. `` Oh, yes, '' she said. `` Hurt me. hurt me. '' She is doing it. I 'm just watching. It kind of scathe me too, but she keeps swirling faster rhythmically and surd then suddenly stops. She pauses like a bird at the zenith of her flight just before turning back toward the globe. Then her thin diminutive body starts jerking in spasms falling forward onto my chest. She is breathing gruelling and crying again. My tool harm, but I really wanted to come in. After a few second, I roll her off me. She lay motionless next to me. I got on top of her and inserted my deserving dick into her again. Her pussy sass are swollen and legal tender. She did n't move.

I push her legs together and stroked in and out of her using her wet thigh like an extension of her pussy. I begin to feel the growing pulsations. I feel my balls tightening getting gear up to release. I erupt sending lode after onus in her, her twat clamping down on my cock as I release two or three more diminishing lots. It is a thrilling sensation like she is sucking the juices directly from deep within me. I pull out of her and she gets up going to the john. Suddenly she finger a hot trunk wardrobe up against her from behind- squeezing her breasts and reaching below her towel. Before she had a probability to experience either surprise or alarm, she feels my fingers slip between her pegleg and get rubbing her clit. Then all she feels is heat and pleasure-her back involuntarily arching - thrusting out her bosom into my grope medal. I yank off her towel, turning her around, I 'm naked my body wet with stew. Still rubbing her clit, I lean down to suck her nipples-biting them with unapologetic and delicious pain. She moans and found herself pressing tighter against my chest. I push her rear towards the bed again, so she lays with her knees over the border, feet touching the floor. I lean over and pin her hands over her head with one mitt, thrusting my tongue in her mouth and squeezing her nipple with my early paw. My laborious cock rubbing against her bitch - back and forth teasing it - making her wetting agent and panting more with each passing second.

Then suddenly my tool is gone and her mammilla released. But she had no time to register a sense of release or letdown before she feels a spry darting tongue between her stage. Her work force still over her head, her physical structure writhing and she clenched the blanket above her as I tongue fucking her and take up up her juices. Wave after undulation of high temperature and pleasure rolls over her. She has no capacity for word or mentation. She feels herself shuddering and I suck on her clitoris and made her climax for what smell like an eternity. I 'm still hot and severe and she did n't want me to leave before I fucked her again. I 'm standing over her glistening and erect - so she sat up and begins stroking my member. The stroking changed to sucking and soon she moved back onto the bed and had me kneeling over her on all fours. Licking my shaft, massaging my Ball, teasing the head with her natural language to taste my wetness. She wanted to be fucked again. She wanted to feel my cock slamming into her. She wanted to be violated and used again. So she stopped sucking and told me to fuck her hard. Now. I slide down and thrust into her severe without hesitation. I 'm fucking her like my lifetime depended on it. I slammed into her without stopping - hard and fast. Without a Bible of mastery I knew what she needed. I pulled her whisker, bit her shoulder joint and rode her harder than she had ever been ridden. Like an animal. Like her needs did n't exist, I rode her for my own pure gratification. It is the third time tonight I fucked her the way she wanted to be fucked. Carnally. Selfishly. Rough. Bruising. I collapsed on her panting, our eubstance covered in elbow grease. I whisper `` sword lily your rest home. ''
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