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Red on the Head Means Fire in the Bed (P.3)  

Moving_Furniture 33M
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12/8/2017 8:07 pm

Last Read:
12/13/2017 1:56 pm
Red on the Head Means Fire in the Bed (P.3)

While your thoughts started returning to your mind, I rolled off the bed. The sound of my belt unbuckling brought you back to the ene. You looked over just in time to watch me lower my pants, unveiling my cock. 2 inches went by. Thank god. 3 inches. Not ideal. 4 inches. Ok, you can work with it. 5 inches. A little below average but fine. 6 inches. You started to get excited. I finally eclipsed the tip and my cock came jumping out, fully erect.

It bounced before your eyes. Crawling to the edge of the bed, you reached out and grabbed it. You could feel my pulse pounding under your fingertips as the blood raced through the veins, sensing it was finally gametime.

“This must be 6.4 inches.” You utter in amazement.

“Oh, I wouldn’t know,” I replied, “I’m not of those guys who is so self-consumed that he measures the exact length of his penis and after research makes a deal about how 6.4 inches (or roughly 16.25 cm) would tower above 95% of all other penises (https://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/03/03/average-penis-size-comprehensive-review_n_6791672.html).”

You admired my modesty and liberation from the petty concerns of other men. “Besides, girth is far more…” Whatever I said next wasn’t important. You were impressed by the length.

With a firm grip you pulled me closer. You wanted to hold it with both hands. Slowly you began to tug up and down the shaft. I closed my eyes and felt your fingers go up and down, up and down, spreading a warm pleasure until the whole of my cock was blazing with it.

A droplet of cum had snuck out of the tip. You wanted to taste it. My eyes shot open as you wrapped your lips around me and the sudden delight of your mouth sliding up and down made me shiver. Across the room you could see us in the mirror. You smiled to yourself as you slobbered on my rod. My lean young ass tightened as you stuffed me deeper into your mouth. You watched the mules dance under the orchestration of your tongue and mouth. My bronze body betrayed a Mediterranean heritage. Perhaps Italian, you correctly guessed. You were about to ask but I grabbed the back of your head and pushed farther inside. 6.4 inches of sausage, with Italian buns. They flexed as I thrust myself deeper, feeling the back of your throat. I expected you to gag like other girls but then I remembered. You’re not some rookie girl. You’re a fucking woman.

I pulled out and looked deep into your eyes. Saliva and cum ran down your mouth. “Fuck me” you said with an intensity that approached a growl. You didn’t wait for me. You flipped around and spread your legs, waiting.

I didn’t hesitate, dragging your thighs to the edge of the bed. You moaned as I sunk deep inside and deeper still. Laying back you watched the ceiling light seemingly sway back and forth in your gaze to the rhythm of my cock pushing through your body. I felt your pussy tighten around me as each sensitive nerve stretched out to touch the shocks of pleasure as they passed. The ceiling light swung by faster as I picked up the pace. Sex turned to fucking. Fucking turned to ravaging. The light was shaking when you felt the storm building again. Your breasts were swinging wildly now and you grasped them as you looked up at me. My body had turned furious. Mules everywhere bulged as I pounded into you with all my might. We caught eyes. Like a mad animal I took it as a provocation, a challenge. I fucked you harder and faster. “Oh fuck yes!” You reamed as your head swung back. Harder and faster. “Fuck yes!" The ceiling light faded out of focus as another orgasm swept over you. Your hands squeezed your breasts and your legs shook. As it passed I slowed, falling down to your body. I met your wide-open mouth with my own and as we kissed I watched your eyes coming back to this world. We lay there entangled in each other’s arms and mouths, my cock rocking softly inside you.

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