Page 8 of Snatched Princess

His fingers make light work. The way his hands drop my jeans to the ground so fast causes my head to vibrate. I do the rest and kick them off my feet. Catching my breath is near impossible. I feel as if I’m gonna lose everything.

All this energy between us, and it’s nuts, but I can’t stop. Won’t stop.

“Like what you see?” I say running my tongue around my lips.

“Did I say you could talk? Drop those panties, let’s see that puss. Come on,” he grunts, taking my mouth. Owning it possessively as his fingers dig into my chin. His tongue is long, and he’s wrapping it around mine like a snake charmer. I can’t think, only feel.

I strip them down, but he’s still got a grip on me. I shake free, as my hair moves with me. I drop my panties so he can see my airplane strip and my throbbing slick entrance.

“That’s what the fuck I like. Oh yeah, now you’re talking.” My plump lip’s part, as jagged, shallow breaths follow. What’s he gonna do to me? What will you do Snatch? I beg with my eyes, but they are firmly focused on my vagina.

He unclasps my bra, springing my large breasts free and I get busy unzipping his jeans. He slaps my hand away and drops them off, throwing them aggressively across the room. My god. He’s so fucking hot. He’s a dangerous hot and there’s no telling how I’m going to end up.

“Take it all the way, do it,” I urge him as I stare at him with fire blazing through me. His dark, provocative eyes return the gaze as my large breasts with erect nipples stare him in the face. His cock is rod hard and it’s glistening. So thick, so fucking hard. My pussy is singing its own song, it’s throbbing and humming waiting for its master.

His hand grabs my left breast as he spits on it and laps at it with his tongue. I can’t stand. I’m useless under his domain, but I spit on my hand and work his dick.

I watch with dirty eyes as he devours my breast flicking it with tongue. His breathing is harsh, fever pitch, and I keep tugging and applying pressure to his cock. Gotta keep it hard.

I let go as I try to touch his head, but he grabs my wrist, digging in with his fingers. Ravenous licks ensue as he spits on the other breast slapping it. I love it. So good.

Right after he jiggles both in his hands, thrusting his cock into my thigh.

“Fucking yes. I knew you had nice tits. On your back where you belong. Let’s get this snatch eaten up.” We are moving at a frenetic pace, but to me it’s slow motion.

What am I doing right now? How can I resist him? How can I hold my own against him? No. I can’t. I’m powerless. His rough touch is balm to me, and the way my brain and body is wired it’s right. I fall back on the bed admiring his tight stomach muscles.

I’m dying to touch him, but he wouldn’t let me do it. He’s wrecking me, and I hate it so good. That cold, freakish smirk on his face tells me he’s slayed many women. He’s an expert and all fragments of my brain have since left.

There’s only us with a ball of fire raging.

Gotta have that hard cock. I grab in the air for him, and he flips me as my breasts drip from his spit.

I wrestle with him as slides me on top of him. “You wanted to sit on my face. Go ahead. Come on,” he grunts as I waste no time straddling him. My ass slides up to the home plate of his face. I’m aching hard as he grips my ass and I split myself open to him. He slaps my ass so hard it vibrates my cheek. I gasp hard.

I give into him as I look down while his greedy mouth gobbles up my pussy. Breathing isn’t necessary. Hallelujah for this man, it’s what I deserve. You kidnapped me.

Get that in your mouth. I press forward watching him lick, suck, and spit. All I can feel is my pussy tingling. I can’t last long, I’ve been craving, waiting. I try, but the way he’s crusading inside me with that long ass tongue is too incredible for words. I ride him back and forth sliding like a surfboard over his mouth, moaning, wanting the pleasurable pain to end.

He can feel it building. He’s gripping my ass, digging into my ass harder, slapping it. I’m gonna have marks, but I don’t care. My fleshy folds are swelling from the pressure building on my clit.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I grab his head, his hair, desperate to get off releasing a guttural moan. I come so hard I see stars. My breath is lost, mind gone.

There’s no coming back from this. I won’t recover. I’m his now. A point of no return from the land of the pussy snatcher.

He licks around his lips, his eyes like a tiger. “I always snatch right. Turn over I wanna see those tits bounce while I do you.” My internal walls start singing again. Who is this man? Where did he learn to do this? Floored by how hard I came I stare at his long hard rod as I part my legs. “Yummy, let me hit that.” He grabs himself a handful of my breast but stops momentarily.

Frustrated, I’m pissed he better not leave me hanging again… He yanks the knob to his drawer open pulling out a packet of condoms, ripping one off the many. My whole body is in a state of combustion, and only he can fulfil what I crave. His teeth open the wrapper. I gasp inwardly as I watch his rigid cock wriggle into its sheath. It’s a joy to watch. He doesn’t say a word and gets right back to it. He probes through my tight pussy as it grips around him like a vice, fitting like a glove. He’s stretching my walls so good. A low rich hum rises from deep in his belly as he thrusts deep into my gooey cushion.

No waiting. He’s pumping, but my pussy is vibrating and is so juicy all I feel is the beauty of his masculine, raw power. He’s captivating. My mouth is open. He didn’t lie, I can’t get a breath in as he fills me.

Sweat beads develop as I match his fervor. A vein like a forked river forms in his neck as his face contorts with every push. Deeper and deeper as the bed shakes. I hold onto the bed head with my hands. He’s punishing my pussy, but I keep getting wetter and wetter the more he penetrates. Is it possible to come again? My breasts bounce as he slaps them.

Snatch leans forward, his hands around my neck clasping my larynx almost crushing it but putting his back into it. I’m about to explode but can barely suck in oxygen.

He’s grinning at me as he quickens the pace.

“Take it for me. You can take it,” he whispers. “Time to come in this snatch.” He’s losing control and I take some of my power back, pressing my hips forward. I lift my legs wrapping around him like an anaconda.

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