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Taken Again
Date: 4/14/2017, Categories: Fantasy Author: horny fox, Source: sexstories.com
... narrow canal being stretched wide and took a moment to catch her breath. Then she stares down again taking inch after inch deeper inside her. She feels like this is what she is meant to do, this is what she refused to do the other two times we were together. Catherine feels the huge shaft gliding into her with ease, her well lubricated canal walls stretching. Pleasure filling her all the way through, her body shuddering and her toes curling. She is determined to have the whole thing inside of her. Catherine bent down and grabbed a hold of me, pulling me to her as she buries the final inches inside her. She took a moment to adjust to the immense size of me. I hold her, stretching my arms around her, holding her close to me. She feels secure within my grasp, she feels safe, warm and happy. Catherine begins to move her hips up and down, slowly. She feels my cock sliding in and out within her, filling her with desire and need. I hold tightly onto her, the pumping of her hips sending shivers through my body. Energy filling me with passion. Catherine feels new, tears flowing down her face. She sped up her humping, Ifeel the hot wet engorgement of her pussy surrounding my cock. I feel her passion unleashed ...
... upon me. She sped up more, pounding her ass and crotch into my groin. Catherine wants me to cum, needed me too. She keeps going faster, twisting her hips, thrusting her cunt up and down upon me. She feels a flood of cum burst inside her cunt. Her pussy swells up inside as she feels my seed splashing inside her, planting itself within her. Catherine leans forward holding tightly onto me, shaking from her climax. Wanting me close as she came with me, wanting to feel me against her as she explodes from a mixture of her juices and mine. She is rocked back and forth by my orgasm until finally I stop and nothing more trickles out. She is exhausted, just lying there holding onto me, shaking from what she has experienced. Catherine is no longer cold, pushed beyond any pleasure threshold she has known to have existed. She finds it hard to move but knew she had too. Catherine slowly slips herself off my limp penis and roll over onto the bed. Next to her I'm breathing hard, nothing left within. She holds onto my hand, tightly, she stares at the ceiling lost in the beauty of our love making. She finally picks herself up, dazed and sore. She went over to where the remnants of her clothing were, picking them up.