Page 65 of Small Town Hunter

A soft, red light floods over her curves. Her doll-like face turns to me and she smiles, shyly.

In two seconds I’m tussling her down to the bed, her enthusiastic kissing driving me headfirst off the cliff. She opens her mouth for my tongue, she bites my lip and sucks it like she’s been waiting all her life. And I fall.

Everything I do to her spurs her on for more. I suck her neck; she claws at my back. I grip her waist between my hands, holding her still, just to feel the difference in our sizes and how my two hands sink into her thickness. She moans and rubs my chest. “Crash, you’re so— you’re so handsome.”

She’s tellingme?I twine some of her endless hair in my fist and twist it round and round. “Don’t talk to me about pretty,” I say into her neck. Her cunny is rubbing on me. Rubbing on me through my jeans. Losing my head I utter, “It’s like somebody built you out of my dreams, Trin.”

Her thick body. Her sweet face. That hair.

She goes all-fired crazy when I touch her down there. She’s soaked through the panties. Lifelong sexual frustration building to this moment.

And I’m her first.

My dick throbs like a drumbeat. There’s something primal here; something that makes my balls heavy with urgency to mate. To be the first to be inside Trina; to deflower her, make her a woman.

To squeeze through to her womb. The first. To work my dick through that slick, tight channel to the untouched center. The first. To plunder it and make her crazy, to show her that sex isn’t just about my sick needs but hers too. And when I show her everything, when she’s opened up to me, when I have her bubbling like hot peach juice all over my face and my wood, I’d do it. I’d turn her over to face me, her copper nipples thrustingup on their big, soft peaks. I’d put her legs on my shoulders and fold her as I fucked, watching her squirt cream on my cock, her body jiggling under my swift and firm attentions. I’d watch her meltdown to the last of many storms I’ve laid upon her, and when she wrung tight around me, her cunt finally adjusted to me large size, my nuts would pump a full man’s load inside her, a wad of thick jism that would plug her womanhood so deep she’d quicken with my son on her very first time.

Fuck.

I catch her itchy fingers on the button of my jeans. I firmly remove them, clinging to my last splinter of control. The only reason I’m not thrusting myself as deep as I can go inside her is that thick layer of denim I’m wearing. As long as that stays on we didn’t do anything wrong. But the temptation is nuts. My head is fucking spinning. I’m panting like a wolf in rut. Now’s the time. The fantasy is in my reach. I could make it happen.

“Crash?” She takes my hand and puts it back on her waist. I squeeze her ass, now free from them revival tent sweatpants I made her wear so my thoughts would behave. So much for that.

She’s flown those pants off somewhere I know not, and her panties are barely holding on.

I fixate on her tits, which is safer territory. I reach up and take stock. Her skin is dark and smooth. My hands are wrecked, the fingers broad and blunt and the skin rough. Fingernails torn on some fingers. They’re large hands because I’m a large man, but Trina’s tits overflow them. The girl is thick as jam preserves and from earlier I know she tastes as sweet.

She looks up at me. Her shy moments turn me on nearly as much as when she’s boldly humping my thigh.

“Don’t hide nothing from me,” I tell her, taking her hands away to admire her turned-out nipples.

I squeeze. Groan at the chocolate spilling now between my fingers. There’s one thing I can do that definitely won’t get herpregnant, though it for damn sure isn’t the wisest course of action, which would be abstinence. To hell with that.Do the wrong thing.I take a seat and pull her in my lap. “Put your hands in my hair,” I growl. “Hard.”

Her nails graze my scalp and I take one sweet chocolatey breast in my mouth and suck. Trina cries out as her nipple shrinks and thrusts on my tongue.

“I like that,” she shudders.

“We can just do this,” I tell her thickly. “Just this…”

She rides my leg as I suckle her through a blind delirium, where there’s nothing but the smell of Trina, the taste of Trina, to guide me through the haze. Since we opened the windows, the sounds of the night come in easy. Birds and crickets and lightning bugs. I do everything to those big soft natural tits I can think of.

Time crawls.

Long minutes, maybe hours.

“You know,” she whispers eventually, ruffling her hands through my locks as I tongue down her sore nipples, “This is the best night of my life.”

“This ain’t even all.”

“Show me?”

I lay her flat and slide the panties down her incredible legs. Dipping low, I pick up right where I left off.

“Oh,” she cries, threading her fingers through my hair again. I take a sip of her, just to introduce it, and when she guides me forward I take an even longer one.

Hell yes.

Trina’s moans rock through the room, and make the bed frame jolting on the wall seem almost quiet. She’s all in a puddle, her soft woman’s flesh like the tender buds of a flower unfurling as I get the nectar out. Her thighs lock around my ears and I catch her motions with mine easy, knowing what’s comingbefore she does. When I slide a finger up inside her she goes buck wild. The explosion all over my face is everything I need. Nut swells out of my dick. I wish it was going inside her. Inside her clenches and sucks on my invading digit.

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