Sweetly, he holds her face in his hands for a few moments, just staring at her as his body hovers over hers. See smiles up at him with delight in her eyes and wriggles happily on the bed. He murmurs something I don’t hear before reaching down to fist his giant cock, sliding it between her pink lips and coating himself in her juices.
She moans and maneuvers her hips around, her pussy lips grasping lightly at the head of his cock. I can’t look away as he begins to bury it inside her, somehow disappearing that huge organ into her sweet, tight pussy. It looks impossible, and yet it’s happening. Little by little, his throbbing dick gets swallowed up inside her, and she is loving it. She raises her chin and moans, throwing her arms around his shoulders and clawing his back into pale stripes with her lavender fingernails.
It’s almost too much for him. I hear him groaning deeply as his body begins to churn, filling her pussy with each thrust. He kisses her hungrily, carefully holding his weight so that he doesn’t crush her, but impaling her all the same on his fat cock.
With her legs flung out to either side, she gives in to him completely. The room is filled with their moans and the wet sound of his body slapping against hers. Before long, he escalates to a frenetic pace and then roars, stiffening everywhere as he unleashes his load in inside her. She holds him tight and takes it all, cries out then laughs deeply, a low chuckle that comes from her belly. It is a sound of absolute pleasure.
Panting, Trigger struggles to gather his senses after he comes, but he knows he has to be polite and stand aside for Stephan. He uses all his strength to heave himself off while not trapping any part of her under his bulk, taking another moment to kiss her cheeks and mouth.
Olivia closes her knees demurely and stretches her back. If that pounding took anything out of her she is not going to show it. Instead she rolls her head to the side and gazes at Stephan, holding out her hand and crooking one finger in invitation.
Stephan climbs onto the bed, smiling and murmuring to her, tangling her hair in his fingers. He is such a prick in our day-to-day life that I am surprised to see how tender and direct he is with her. They talk for a couple of minutes while he strokes her, running his fingers from her shoulders down to her hips. She shivers and I can see the goosebumps running from her ankles up to her milky thighs.
Taking one of her round breasts against his palm, he jiggles it lightly, as though weighing it. The heft of that generous globe makes him smile and he slides down the bed, taking her breast in his mouth and closing his eyes dreamily. His cheeks cave in as he sucks and nibbles her pale pink nipple while his hands roam down her belly and bury themselves between her legs. She moans with pleasure, her eyes half closed, her lower lip bitten between her teeth.
I can see his fingers scissoring against her clit, working it gently, teasing it as it hardens. She wiggles gently, directing him, thrusting her hips. With his other hand, he fists himself until he is rock hard. Not as thick as Trigger, but still a pretty impressive piece of meat.
Side to side they face each other, and he picks up her knee and drapes it over his hip so that he can slide up underneath her. With her tit in his mouth, he takes her in one long, strong stroke. His ass cheeks clench together as he begins to pump her body, filling her deeply.
Sneaking a look at Trigger, I check to make sure that he is okay too. He is fascinated. He had put his jockey shorts back on, and now he is fisting himself again inside them, the fabric jutting out impressively. I can’t believe he is hard again already, but I guess that is what happens when you are barely twenty-two years old.
Stephan wraps Olivia in his arms, holding her against him so that he can fuck her as deeply as possible. She shudders and hangs on, her cries filling the room. Trigger and I just watch them silently, absorbing every second of it.
Stephan goes quiet for a few seconds, and I think he must be done, but then he growls loudly all of a sudden, flexing his feet back and curling his toes. Trigger and I glance at each other and I remember that Trigger commented Stephan was really loud. I never noticed it before.
Her eyes are still bright when Stephan politely removes himself from the bed. She raises a hand to her forehead and pushes her hair back, gazing at me through half-lidded eyes that gleam with mischief.