Drawing Her Eye - Sex Stories

Drawing Her Eye

... growled before slamming his cock to the hilt.

“That’s all you got, motherfucker,” Kerrigan glared.

Terry pulled back again, slamming harder. Again and again, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose onto her breasts. Her gasps and moans grew in intensity, spurring him to thrust like a raging bull. His artist repeated with every thrust, “Yes, gimme. Yes, mother fucker, give it to me.”

Pulling his cock from her clenching pussy, Terry roughly turned her onto her belly, pulling her to her knees and forcing her head onto the mattress. Burying his cock in her again, wrapping her long hair around his hand and pulling her head back while he pounded her like a mutt on a purebred bitch. Finding her left breast with his free hand, he pulled impossibly hard at her nipples, twisting it like a bread tie.

Kerrigan spat and cursed her model like a stepchild, goading him to fuck her harder. Her body buzzed on the edge of total climax. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Hurt me, you son of a bitch.”

Terry grunted with every thrust, their bodies soaked in sweat and sex. He felt her pussy squeezing his bent dick, milking it with all her strength. He fought back his urge to explode inside her. After all his ...

... machismo, it wouldn’t do for him to puss out and cum before he got her off. He dug in with a vengeance, pounding deeper and harder.

“Come, you whore bitch,” he grunted, “Or you're not getting that ten.”

“Uhh, mnhh,” she cried, “Fuck me, hard. I’m gonna come.”

Pushing her face into her pillow, he squeezed her small breast, taking her to the abyss and pushing her headlong into the depths of pleasure. Her orgasm exploded in a fiery, shuddering crash.

Her senses were overloaded with the most extreme pleasure she had ever experienced. The feeling of Terry’s cum burning deep in her sex drove her further into chaotic bliss.

The feeling of his lover’s pussy tightly clenching his cock was pure bliss. His balls emptied every drop of cum from his internal tank. He cursed through his orgasm, gasping her name and not a few dirty utterances as well.

Their bodies lay atop the mattress, bathed in the yellow glow of the sunbeam that washed over them. Kerrigan lit a joint, taking a deep draw before passing it to her breathless model. “Want a hit?”

“Fuck yes,” he nodded, taking the quirley from his artist. “We gonna finish that painting?”

Kerrigan smiled in the afterglow, exhaling the calming smoke.