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Ouch!

... and hard. Each stroke smashed her small frame mercilessly against the wall, each stroke instigating a groan from her lungs. I realised quite soon she was allowing herself to be manipulated and soon she stiffened in my arms as her orgasm washed over her, her scream guttural and raw. The resultant tightness of her walls forced me light years forward toward my own release. Speeding up I could feel the burning sensation starting in my foundation. Cum was rushing out of my prostrate, up the tube and toward the goal, once again the gaping mouth of her cervix, wide open from her orgasm. *** My cock is firmly trapped between her buttocks and I can feel the respective skins perspiring against each other. I am hard as a rock and I have a woman tight against me whose frame is yet again heaving with desire. I slip my hand slowly out from underneath her upper body, removing it a fraction to allow the perspiration on my skin to dry slightly. My fingertips resume their search for what is already underneath it. Trailing toward her belly ring my fingers make a sharp turn south and soon they encounter the soft fuzz of her landing strip. Gently rubbing up and down each side of the strip, I feel the change in her breathing. The sole purpose of my action, to stimulate her senses and ready her for our pleasure, became more effective with each single stroke of her mound. *** My hand reached out and twisted the controls for the shower. I was time to get out. Careful not to slip I stepped of the ...

... shower stage and unto the floor below. Turning I held my hand for her to take. Observing me, as if in doubt whether she should take my outstretched hand, she hesitated for what seemed like long minutes. Then she extended her hand, maintaining eye contact, not looking down where she should step, and fully trusting me. She stepped onto the floor and waited patiently. It is our ritual at times like this. She waits for me to wrap her in a towel, rub her body all over until the towel absorbed every single drop of water. I dried between her buttocks, patted the towel over her labia and sometimes even kissed away any stray droplets over her soft folds. But not this time. This time I dried her body and then started pushing her backward toward the bedroom. I sensed a fraction of fear in her eyes and realised my abuse of her body must have started to concern her. However, I was not done yet, not satisfied, the anger in me not subsided yet. Her legs collapsed backward against the bed as my much taller frame kept crowding her. As her buttocks touched the bed, she scooted backward, eyes wide with fear and doubt, breasts bouncing against her chest. As she moved back, I caught an ankle and twisted sharply causing her to roll over on her stomach. For the second time the night, my arms grabbed her waist and pulled back, causing her to settle on her hands and knees. Within seconds, my still hard cock pressed against her swollen labia, pushing forward in an attempt to gain entry. “ Ouch ! You’re ...