Good Love

shed about. I could feel his strength as he somehow managed to keep his lips around my clit. He stayed on it until the feeling became too intense and I began trying to push his

relishing my stink. I watched horrified. He moaned as my darkest scent filled his lungs and then he kissed a t

s he saw the worried look on my face and so he just stayed there looking deep into my eyes, a few inches just above my face. I saw a look of deep affection there, bu

f what he had been doing. I could smell my pussy on him but there was a funkier, muskier smell overpowering that. It was a kinky smell of ass but not a dirty one. It was very different from the smell of my pussy, though definitely in the primit

ame musky smell of my pussy and my ass, but none of the dirty smell of which I was so afraid. My fears and defenses bro

deeply, wanting to share all the kinky flavors of our love that his mouth had to offer. Our tongues danced together

my mouth. My heart was pounding in my chest with both excitement and nervousness and I knew he could feel it. I stopped kissing him long enough to lick his face cl

is time, giving me all the time I needed. When the beating of my heart calmed down we both knew that I was ready. Without exchanging a word he stopped thrusting in me and pulled his swo

ssed my face and kissed me tenderly as he began to push himself into my forbidden

h and felt my moist brown little hole begin to spread for him and we both let out a groan. A deep, animalistic grunt forced its way out of my lungs w

on in Farsi, "--." It means 'a hippo's cock in your ass,' which was pretty much how I felt just then. I felt like I was being split wide open as his deliciously swollen dick staked its claim in my virgin hole. We were in a public park and a stranger could walk by at any moment and see how he was rudely violating me. Yet I was so consumed wi

ld really go through with it. But his dick was so thickly greased with my shameless excitement that my virgin hole's tight resistance was futile. I grimaced at the sting of his continued violation, my body struggling

ed to speak. I realized in that moment that I had been holding my breath because of the feelings that we had not spoken. But I also realized in that moment that we didn't have to. We both felt it and we knew it, and with that knowled

by my anus. He stretched me with his girth; the skin of my anus forced wide open and pulled tight to accommodate his surge i

cles in his thighs bulged with determination and pushed forward. Deep movements in my gut indicated that my insides were shifting, moving to get out of his way