True Sex Stories: Moments

"I cannot comprehend the feeling from pain to the floating ecstasy I felt while hovering over you lost in your eyes and your cock."

Time was in a void as we hibernated at my little witness relocation bungalow.

We stayed in a constant state of hard to soft , wet to dry and back again. Feeling your cock grow between my lips, turning you heavy to solid with my mouth became an enjoyable challenge. How many times over the span of a weekend could I make you hard?  I love the way your soft quite dick became solid and rigid from the lick of my skilled tongue.

Long bouts of pounding fucking were followed by laughter, smiles and slow sucking and licking. For a weekend, I let myself go, I let myself be in love, and dream dreams I hadn't remembered were dreams of mine.

We disappeared when fucking became rampant, and I mean rampant in the best possible of ways. Your hands clutching the flesh of my tits, pulling on my nipples, making me winch in pain–yet wet around your cock. Stretching the nipple then releasing. Your hands wrap around my throat–most often guided there by me–  your grip tightens  as I grind your root deeper and deeper into me. The way your cock plunges into me while your hand grips my throat makes me fuck you harder. Our eyes lock and we both gone, replaced by our other.

When your hand releases the grip from my neck it raises high into the air, with driving lust I await the strike to my cheek. It is sharp, shocking, then quickly the other side and back again. I lose count of how many blows came down. The sharpness quickly subsides to dull and stars swim lustful little strokes my head. It's all too much you have to pull out of me to prevent you from filling my needy cunt with your sweet cum. The pain is so fierce, there is a fire ragging between my pussy, my mind and body are not working in the same plains of dimension. Your cock is a fire rod between my fat full pussy not inside, but throbbing between the pages of wet flesh.

The sensation of your cock sliding in my slit like this, hitting my sharpened clit is astounding, it makes me cum and cry and sing to the angels. Sliding my cunt up an down the length  of your shaft, my emotion and cum leak from every open hole, I am scared of the way I feel, the way your cock melts every bit of me. I have the longest slowest soaring high orgasm while gliding my lips all over your thickened meat.

I cannot comprehend the feeling from pain to the floating ecstasy I felt while hovering over you lost in your eyes and your cock.

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