Chapter-76: a pure pleasurable cheating night part- 1
Her hips began to move, tentatively at first, then with more purpose, meeting his thrusts with a clumsy, eager rhythm of her own. "Yes! God, yes, George! Don't stop! It's so… full." He chuckled, a dark, possessive sound that vibrated through her entire body.
"It's supposed to be full. This little pink hole was made to be used." He gripped her hips tighter, and his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and drove into her harder, faster. Splurtch... Squelch. "You're my little secret sticky white milk dumpster, aren't you? Taking everything I give you."
The crude, explicit language, so different from Martin's tender murmurs, unlocked a chamber of pure lust she never knew existed. "Yes! I'm your slut! Use me! Bang my little pink hole, George! Please!"
Her own voice, begging, filthy, sent another shockwave through her. She was unraveling completely, her Climax building not from the penetration alone. It was intense, overwhelming, but not quite enough, but from the sheer, debauched reality of it all.
She was on her hands and knees, being taken in the little pink hole by a stranger while her fiancé was none the wiser, and she was begging for it. Her right hand snaked beneath her, her fingers finding her swollen, neglected clit.
Oh, god. The contact was electric. She circled it frantically, the dual stimulation of his meat rod in her little pink hole and her fingers on her clit pushing her to the very brink. "I'm… I'm going to come," she gasped, her voice cracking. "Come on, then," he growled, pistoning into her.
Sqush… Sqush… Glorp… "Come all over my meat rod. Show me what a good little back door whore you are." His words were the final trigger. Her body seized and a silent scream on her lips as her Climax detonated.
It wasn't a wave. It was a series of violent, internal convulsions, a white hot flash behind her eyes that left her trembling and weak and her little pink hole milking his length rhythmically. George groaned and a deep, guttural sound of his own pleasure.
"Bang, that's a tight little squeeze." He held himself deep as she came down, panting. But he wasn't done. As the last tremors wracked her body, he slowly, carefully pulled his slick meat rod from her little pink hole.
Ppffft… Schlllk... The sensation was so intense it bordered on painful, and she whimpered, oversensitive and spent. He gently rolled her onto her back. Her vision was blurry, her body boneless.
She felt his weight settle between her legs, his still hard meat rod resting against her thigh. He looked down at her, his gaze hot and possessive. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice softening just a fraction.
He leaned down and captured her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. It was a claiming. His tongue explored her mouth with a lazy arrogance, and she responded instinctively, tasting herself on his lips.
He broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down her neck, over her collarbone, until he reached her small, tender fruits. He took a cherry into his mouth, sucking and nibbling, making her cry out softly.
His hand found her other fruit, kneading it, his thumb brushing over the peak. "These perfect little tits," he breathed against her skin. "I could spend hours worshiping them. They may be small, but bang, they're exquisite."
He continued his descent, his kisses blazing a path down her stomach. He hooked his arms under her thighs, spreading her wide open, putting her completely on display.
Her lower mouth, pink and glistening with a mixture of her own arousal and his previous release, was utterly exposed. "Look at this beautiful, well banged lower mouth," he said, his voice full of reverence now, a stark shift from his earlier degradation.
"So pretty and open for me..." He didn't use his tongue. Instead, he positioned himself at her entrance once more. The head of his meat rod, slick from her little pink hole and their combined spend, nudged against her sensitive folds.
Mohini's eyes fluttered open. "Wait… George… it's too much… I just…"
"Shhh," he soothed, leaning over her, bracing himself on his arms. "Just relax. I'm not going to bang your little pink hole again. Not yet." He dipped his head and kissed her, deep and slow, disarming her completely.
As he did, his hips shifted minutely. It was this subtle movement, combined with the slickness and her spent pliant state that did it. The broad head of his meat rod slipped, not into her little pink hole, but into her well used lower mouth with an easy, damp slide. Squlch…
It wasn't a hard thrust. It was an accidental, seamless entry, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They both froze. A sharp, surprised gasp tore from her throat. Her eyes, wide and dazed, locked with his.
The stretch was different here familiar yet entirely new after the assault on her other hole. It was a fuller, deeper stretch, his meat rod now buried in the warmth it was designed for. "Well, Bang," George breathed, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face.
"That was an accident, I swear." He didn't pull out. He stayed perfectly still, buried to the hilt inside her, letting her feel every inch. "But now that I'm here… God, Mohini, your lower mouth feels even better... It's hugging my meat rod like it's begging for another load."
He began to move, a slow, languid roll of his hips. The sensation was unbelievable. Her oversensitivity from her anal Climax transformed into a new, building heat. This was what she had wanted, what Martin had failed to give her. This complete, utter possession…
"Please," she heard herself beg, the words torn from her soul. "Don't stop. Bang me. Really bang me this time. I need to feel you come inside me. I need it, George. Please. Fill my lower mouth up. Make me a woman that is a complete banging sticky white milk dumpster."
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