I pull him out of me slowly, my body trembling as I do it. Rolling to the side, I sigh as I feel the mattress shifting under my weight. .
“Let’s see if you can really take more,” he whispers, and then grabs me by the hips, turning me around with the harsh movement of his arms. I act fast; before he can hook his fingers on my waist, I’m already jutting my ass back at him. Adrenaline and ecstasy are running through me, and I use them to prop myself up on all fours and wiggle my ass at him.
“More, Daddy… I can take it all,” I whisper, licking my lips as I prepare for the next round. He slaps my ass hard enough for me to moan and bite my lower lip; I half-expect him to smack me again, but the next thing I feel is his thick cock pressing against my pussy. I push my ass backwards by instinct and he buries his whole length in me.
This time there’s nothing gentle about it. There’s just unbridled lust, a savage desire to fuck me senseless, which is exactly what he does. He starts to thrust at me like a ferocious beast, each movement of his drawing a high-pitched scream out of my lips. Have I ever been fucked like this? Oh, I doubt it; I really doubt it.
“Harder!” I tell him. “Harder, Daddy!” He has already pushed me to the limits, but I want to go beyond that. By the time we’re done, I want to be utter and completely spent.
And that moment is coming soon.
Each thrust of his makes my body tense up, pent up energy pooling on my extremities and aching to be set free. I grit my teeth, holding on for dear life as he keeps his relentless pace.
“Don’t stop!” I moan, bucking my ass back at him, his thighs slapping hard on my ass cheeks. Maybe it’s because I told him to, or maybe he just can’t help himself—either way, instead of stopping he doubles his efforts.
He pistons into me mercilessly, and both of our bodies tense up as a coiled spring. I’m bunching up the sheets, clawing at the mattress like a wild animal, when that final wave of devastation hits me. I collapse, my body going limp and shaking at the same time. My God, is this what Heaven feels like? There’s a sweet pulsing inside of me, sparks of electricity waking parts inside of my mind I didn’t even know existed. This is the definition of perfection.
At the first spasm of his cock, he pulls out of me swiftly. One of his hands squeeze hard on my ass cheeks as I hear him growl; one fraction of a second after and I feel his warm cum hitting my lower back.
I moan as the warmness of his semen coats my skin, his cock spraying all over my ass and back. I roll around, facing him and baring my chest to his spasming cock. He looks at me with a sated look behind his eyes, holding his cock as it keeps squirting thick ropes of cum all over my breasts and stomach. I’ve never seen a man cum so much, my God.
His seed hits me straight in the face then, and I run my tongue between my lips, scooping it up. It’s salty and raw, and I swallow it at once, Daniel’s flavor going down my throat and lingering in my mouth.
I give him my best grin as he finishes, his cock still twitching in his hand. With an exhausted
sigh, he lays down next to me, his eyes closed as I turn to him and caress his chest with the tip of my fingers.
“This was amazing…” I breathe out, and he just smiles at me. Of course it was; his exhausted eyes seem to tell me.
Of course it was.
California Sexing 3/15/2017
I mean, because my job doesn't involve sex at all, right?
Sure, I had welcome back to California sex.
But it wasn't there same. Sure there was the crash of waves in the background, but it wasn't Hawaii.
And then I went to get sushi for lunch today and you know what I realized?
For thousands of years, men have been valuing women based on how big their tits are, how small their waist is, and how juicy their ass is. I mean, they do it so much that women do it to each other now too.
So, lemme start my fucking rant. Because that shit is fucked up, but I almost get why men think like that. Those are physically attractive characteristics about a girl. And taken together, women are very beautiful. No wonder they've had wars fought over them in the past. And like anything shiny, it's something that rich and powerful men have wanted to acquire for as long as history has been written.
Well guess what?
All that is changing with me.
A guy could be a fucking brain surgeon, from now on, I'm only gonna care about how big his cock is and how many abs he's got and how defined his muscles are.
Guy became President of the United States? How big is his dick?
Some guy rescued a kitty from a tree? Great, but what are those pecs like? And how big is his dick? If he's 12 inches, then he's STANDARD. If he's 11 inches, then he's "One Inch Short".
I wanna get men as fucking insecure about their bodies as women. And on the flip side, fuck the world. If I wanna eat that last slice of pie, then fuck you world for telling me I gotta be a size 0.
This shit needs to fucking stop. When I was growing up, my mom told me that I couldn't eat certain foods or I'd gain weight and never get married. It wasn't her fault. The people around me all ate like so little it's still something I sometimes have to work on - to remember to eat. And of course I'm not married yet, but that's because I like sucking dick. Lots of dick. With lot's of yummy cum spraying on my face and on my tits.