Moving Hands

His hand was moving, and then it stopped over her naked shoulder. Her hand was already inside her white panties. The familiar ache rising and filling her inner being. Her eyes fluttered to a close as she absorbed the sensations his touch always brought to her. She reached up with her free hand and placed its warmth on top of his, softly clenching it and guiding it to her chest. Wantonly and silently imploring him to take her breasts into his strong hand. To tease and torment the stiff and sensitive nipples.

She released his hand and dropped it down to join her other. She hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties in a frenzy to remove them. Lifting up her ass, she tugged down over the swell of her butt cheeks, hips wriggling until the fabric slipped down her thighs. With a lusty swirl of her pelvis, the panties dropped to her ankles. She flicked them off with a swift kick of her feet, discarding them well away from her. Her long legs separated, paving the way for her own digits to continue to toy with her needy pussy. She slowly and deliberately prolonged the moment before she would push inside herself. Ah, far better to savor the deliciousness of his groping hand clutching at her tits. A rosy flush already covered her skin while she arched her back, swelling her tits forward for him. Her fingers played up and down her cleft, moisture collecting at the mouth of her cunt. She gathered it and smeared it in between her inner lips, whimpering aloud her pleasure. Her clit tingled, begging to be tended, touched, squeezed, tugged.

Just as she was circling her seeping pussy hole, she felt his tongue caressing her neck. Her shoulders scrunched and a shiver shot through her spine. Tilting her head, she gave him full access to the tender flesh. His masterful tongue licked up and down the column of her neck amidst her reckless breathing. Her hips leaped, and she plunged two slender fingers fully into her quivering cunt. The slick walls instantly clamped around the intruders. With scissoring motions, her digits twisted inside of herself. Her other hand worked her clit. The throbbing pearl was pinched and pulled causing loud groans to tumble from her open mouth. Shallow breaths and pants accompanied the pushing and pulling of her fingers from her sopping pussy. Harder she drilled them inside of her yearning cunt. Hips snapping upward, grinding and forcing those digits deeper.

She felt his breath streaming over her damp neck, prickles of gooseflesh rose to the surface. She shivered. She knew he took pleasure from watching her bring herself off. Her body humped her hands, writhing atop them. Inside, her pussy was quaking, trembling and flexing around the thrusting fingers. So close. She was so close to cumming. But no. Not yet. She wanted him. His cock. And she wanted it now.

She withdrew her digits in a flash and flew to her feet, whipping around to face him. Her glazed eyes traveled the length of him before settling on his enormous hard cock. She stood on tiptoes and wrapped her arms around him, sealing her mouth to his in a hard and passionate kiss. Her thighs parted and she maneuvered his cock between them, letting it nestle against her dripping pussy. She pressed her thighs together tightly. Back and forth she rocked her lower torso, wetting his shaft and cockhead to prepare it for penetration into her blazing hot cunt. Satisfied that it was sufficiently moist, she reeled around and dropped to her hands and knees. Moaning, she rotated her hips so her hiked up ass and pussy were displayed for him. Breathlessly, she cried out for him to fuck her senseless. To pound into her until she screamed. Until her body collapsed into a shattering climax.

And he did. He got behind her and with a mighty push, he entered her cunt. Stretching it and banging into her cervix. His fingers bit into her hips while he held her in place. In and out. In and out. Each stab growing more determined, more intense. His rhythm became hers. Erotic poetry in motion. Back and forth. A savage coupling that grew more heated with every passing moment. Her body jarred from the force of each deep jab, tits bouncing on her heaving chest. He crashed into her over and over, his balls swinging and slapping at her. The scent in the room was overpoweringly that of raw sex. The noise of skin smacking against skin in animalistic lust was deafening. Beads of sweat dripped from him as he fucked her, falling onto her back and rolling down her sides. His dick seemed to swell even more within the tight confines, and she knew she was moments away from Cumming. She began to pant heavily. Her hair wildly swinging about her face. Her body tightened, ass muscles flexed. Riotous waves of spasms from her cunt walls massaged his cock as she reached the pinnacle of her climax. He rode on, driving into her with his own hissing and growling. She threw back her head and emitted a long, low cry. Her body shook violently. And her pussy issued torrents of pearly white cream all over his pummeling cock.

It was his turn. She gathered her wits and slammed back into him. The tip of his cock beating against her cervix. Her battered pussy making squelching noises with each penetration of his meat. Her nostrils flared as she wound her hips, churning them to increase the sensations he felt. His fingernails raked down her back the closer he came to his own release. Trails of reddened flesh crisscrossed her spine. He grunted and adjusted the angle of his strong penetrations. His movements grew irregular, and his breathing raspy. Then he lunged forward and remained buried inside her. His seed jetted into her in blasts. Warm wads of cum filling her. He pulled back just a little and pressed forward again, grinding against her backside until he emptied his balls. With the final shot of his cream, he slumped over her back. His heart beating as fast as his breathing. They crumpled to the floor. Spent. Worn. And satiated.

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