Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 4 of 7 - Sex Stories

Everything Is Good In My Holiday Home - Part 4 of 7

... again. When the tip was offered inside, I chose to collide with my member and let it in even further. It came as a surprise, and unleashed a violent gag that she by no means chose to hold back, continuing her moaning sounds when her limits were reached. It seemed like she did it on purpose, to inhibit my sexual arousal. If so, it was a comic play, since her countless whimpers and plaintive outbursts only contributed to the opposite. It totally turned me on to see her tormented and tormented like this.

Her exaggerated behavior caused the amount of saliva to increase drastically. It began to flow over the tongue, which was a wonderful sensation in every way. It made the phenomenal blowjob more supple, hot and erotic at the same time. Occasionally drops of mouthwash ran down my cock and onto the floor. The experience was indescribable, and I spontaneously grabbed her blonde hair again with a firm grip on the fly. I steered her head back and forth around my throbbing erection that was fighting hard to hold back, enjoying every second of the ecstatic moment.

I slowed down at one point as I could feel the electrical impulses peaking, but it was too late. The creeping orgasm jogged from the base of the root, all the way out to the tip of the penis head. I used the overwhelming myriad of energy from my climax to hold the bitch's head in place. My moaning had become frantic, which made her quickly put two and two together, and knew that my climax was coming. She eagerly tried ...

... to wriggle free from my grip, to avoid the inevitable, but I had the upper hand and the physicality, so her attempt to get away failed.

I held her oral opening tightly against my throbbing member as I moaned heavily, ready to shoot cascades of long-awaited semen like powerful cannonballs into her mouth. My body went into convulsive motions. With each pump stroke, and with each shot fired, my grip weakened, eventually allowing her to break free.

"FUCK YOU!" she screamed, spitting out a large glob of cum as the rest of the thick consistency fluid dripped onto the floor. It was just like watching one of your overly drunk friends at a party, who was in the process of regurgitating all the contents of his stomach.

Satisfied and out of breath, I bumped down on the couch again. All my neck muscles were disabled, so my head fell heavily into the soft back of the sofa. I groaned breathlessly, but in a good way, and couldn't help but smile triumphantly at the neighbor's daughter next to me.

"That'll teach you, bitch," I whispered to myself, biting my tongue slyly at the sight before me. She was hunched over on the couch, right next to me, coughing and wheezing. She had spat my entire load onto my fine wooden floor in the living room.

"There's beer on the table," I commented when she had regained her composure. She raised the green can to her lips, took a good sip, and grunted as she swallowed the intoxicating liquid. She looked at me very offended, but I could still sense ...