Page 112 of S is for SEX

And that was all it took.

He began to powerfuck me, pulling my hair the entire time he did so. After a few seconds, there was no sound, no smell, only the feeling of him inside of me and our two bodies becoming one mechanical sexual machine. After a few more seconds of him fucking me and forcing me and the couch across the floor in the process, I was about to come loose at the seams. As my entire body began to shake and my legs began to tremble, the couch hit the wall.

And he continued.

“My little pussy,” he grunted as he held himself deep inside of me.

My clit began to tingle and my nipples ached as I reached a level of climax I never knew existed. At the same time I felt myself contract around his shaft, his cock began to swell. I arched my back, allowed a moan to scape my lungs, and almost immediately felt him explode inside of me. His groans of pleasure confirmed he felt the same way I did.

The labored sound of his breathing continued for a moment as I attempted to collect my thoughts. Within a few seconds, his chest pressed against my back and he released my hair from his grasp.

I felt his mouth kiss along the back of my shoulder, up along my neck, and eventually reach my ear. His warm breath on my neck was a relaxing change to an otherwise intense sexual romp.

“Whose pussy?” he whispered into my ear.

“Yours…” I breathed.

And there was no doubt what I said was true.

My pussy, my heart, and my soul…

All belonged to Vince.

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