Good Love

ne. This was a throbbing fullness, a sexually charged fullness. More than just fullness, I felt impaled with a feral lust. The

top of his dick as well as the one that ran underneath, the ring where his foreskin had been circumcised away, and the crown around his head. Every surge of blood pumpin

ded to lose the last of my mental reservations. I pushed my pelvis up into him to take his final inch. The dept of his penetration

he gave my body time to adjust to the intrusion while his tongue continued to slowly dance in my mouth. Finally he couldn't hold back any longer and began thrusting into me in slow, measured stroke

terrain. With my knees pressed up into my breasts and his chest pressed into the back of my thighs, Jackson made slow but passionate love to my ass with even, forcef

is while my body got used to having him in me back there. But he also knew that stoking my fire like this would inevitably lead to me needing more. It was

e knot. His strong hands flipped me over like a little rag doll to put my full ass on display before him. I rose on extended arms but a strong hand at the small of my back pushed me down and positioned me so that only my ass was up in the air. Without thinking both of my

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muscle movements of stopping my pee in full stream.

shock as I felt his tongue dart back down into me instead. He wedged his face deep in my cleft while he speared me. My anus now distend

re I could get used to the feeling he had pulled his tongue

ng my clit and becoming wet with my juices. It felt like his -- was somewhere up in my chest every time he bottomed out in me and I just felt wonderfully full of his delicious flesh, wonderfully full of him, wonderfully full of a h

willful display of my complete submission to being thoroughly sodomized. I was desperate to feel the fullness from each of his powerful thrusts. Every time he lunged deep inside of me my body spasmed to take an iron grip o

nd empty pussy. If his tongue had been sweet and loving to me earlier, his dick grew brutal. I was suddenly scar

fucking sounds coming from behind me to reach a fever pitch. The most obscene squishing sounds reverberated throughout the clearing as he rammed i

n my earlier ones, began flowing incoherently out of my lips. I bit down into the blanket to mask the obscen

e felt all the more powerful and overwhelming. More importantly, the angle in which he was entering my ass meant that e

hink, talk or move. All I could do was just hang on for dear life and take being pounded as my legs flailed behind me. It was as if there was a dark pain deep within him, kept hidden from the rest of the world, that he n

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wiggled my ass around his hardness, trying to

ating the lustful desire in my voice, daring him to leave me. He thrust deeply within me one more time then pushed up on extended arms and began to slowly pull his sweet cock out of my hungry ass. I could feel the inner flesh of my r

like this." His lust-filled eyes burned into my flesh as h

ed the phone to me. God, what an erotic sight it was! I had seen my anus once before when I was a young teen, first taking a mirror to examine myself. I remembered a crinkled little star held tightly shut. What I saw now was gaped wide open to accommodate him, the skin just around the

ively as I handed the phone back to him. Wiggling my hips, I pushed back to let him know what I wanted. He took the hint and took a few more pictures as he resumed an agonizingly slow

iercely and I could see the tension in my tiny brown orifice increasing as he sank deeper into me with each progressive shot. The next picture made me gasp out loud. He had captured his cock withdrawing, pulling my insides out with him -- the focus zoomed-in close. The pink inner fl

s shaft and made it completely disappear somewhere deep inside my bowels. All I could see was his course and curly pubes, slick with my juices and pressed tightly up against my impossibly stretched and distended hole. H