Page 57 of Three Beasts

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” I shout at the top of my lungs, a second orgasm riding the previous one. I’m cumming so hard that I can’t even describe what I’m feeling. My soul has left my body, and it’s as if I’m watching everything happen to someone else. Seriously, the pleasure is so intense that I simply had to detach myself from my own consciousness.

“All… the… way…” I say between breaths, somehow finding the necessary strength to thrust back with my hips one last time. I spend my last reserves of energy on that simply movement but, luckily, he has already taken charge. Holding me on all fours, his hands tightly locked on my hips, he starts fucking me so fast that I can’t even tell when his cock is sliding in or sliding out. All I know is that my insides are on fire.

“Fuck,” he groans, his word nothing but a whisper, and then his cock throbs against my inner walls. He stops moving altogether and, a fraction of a second later, I feel his warm seed gushing into me. He remains knelt behind me for a long while, his cock pulsing hard as it unleashes a raging river of cum inside my pussy. With my insides brimming with semen, I then feel it drip out of my pussy, thick and gooey beads of it falling on the floor.

“Ahh,” I pant as he slides his cock out of me, moving fast and without warning.

“Don’t move,” he tells me, and there’s something in the way he says it that sooths me. And so, I’m not sure exactly how, I manage to remain on all-fours even though my body has been stripped off all its energies.

“What are you --?” I start to ask, looking back at him over my shoulder. He doesn’t need to offer me a reply; what I see is enough of a reply. With both his hands on my ass cheeks, he bends over and, opening his mouth, takes it straight to my pussy.

“Ah,” I gasp as I feel his full lips sucking on my folds. He takes his time down there, using both his lips and tongue to lick me dry; and still, no matter how much time he spends there, I keep on feeling cum trickling out of my pussy. I’m not sure of much cum he holds inside his balls, but it’s an ungodly amount.

“I must be fucking crazy,” he whispers, more to himself than to me, as he pulls back from my pussy and sits down on the floor.

“If you’re crazy,” I say out loud, turning around fast so that I’m facing him, “then so am I.” With that, I hold his chin with two fingers, forcing him to look into my eyes. His lips are glistening from a blend of my juices and his own cum, and I simply can’t resist it - I lean into him and crush my mouth against his, savoring that sinful cocktail with all that I have.

Ah, life’s good.

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