Chace McCartson - Part VII - Sex Stories

Chace McCartson - Part VII

... obvious how wet she was getting, it was so beautiful how ashamed she looked. But soon I'd quicken my pace, roughly humping her, enough so a slapping noise echoed through the sex room every time I forced my entire length inside the girl. Candy tilted her head forward with a grimace, her face turned red quickly while she tried to endure me ravaging her tight pussy, tears rolling down her cheeks while she stared me right in the eyes. AT that point she could see a muscular and green eyed beast, bigger and fiercer than her thrusting everything he had into her sorry little pussy. She groaned through gritted teeth at the same pace of my thrusting and I was loving it. It was totally different from Erika, still, she was great. She wasn't crying desperately, maybe because I wasn't hurting her that much, even if I was in fact hurting her, pummeling as hard as I was, forcing the walls of her entrance like that. But I wasn't banging at her cervix nor was she as dry as Erika was. By the way, I couldn't reach her cervix at that position, even being almost 8 inches length. Probably something to do with her height, she wasn't petite like Erika. Still, what a great fuck. It was so intense, so damn perfect the way her body reacted against her will, her soaked wet pussy, her white and perfect teeth gritted and the sound of her torment filling the room in a sexy way. It was impossible not to say that she was feeling it all, she was feeling pleasure and that was making her crazy in shame and ...

... anger, while making me crazy for gotten such a rarity for myself. When I felt myself coming I grabbed her right breast in my hand and squeezed it, while that frantic humping made her finally cry out loud... And I came, jolting everything I had inside her. When she felt it, the way her eyes widened and her brows arched in self-pity, it was perfection itself. I stood up admiring it, Candy with her beautiful and shaking legs opened wide, my cum oozing from her now reddened love hole. Her head tilted back on the mattress while she sobbed. Her nipples still bruised from my twists and now the right breast had the mark of my hand printed on it. I felt again that thing calling me to take care of her now, to be nice to her... She had endured her part of the deal, right? That's the difference. The monster inside said no. That should be reserved for Erika, and Erika alone. I wouldn't hurt her now, no, she was too perfect for me to punish her in a hard way now. Right action demanded reward, and her curled toes just hinted me the right thing to do. "Just wait sweetheart." I said while leaving, not waiting for an answer. I went to the torture room, to the cabinet where I kept the toys and I took my time choosing carefully. I wanted to keep her entertained, to make her uncomfortable and yet not hurt or stretch her. Stretching would come, but in the right occasion and savored alone. When I came back I brought the black dildo with me, a copy of the seven inches one I have in my desk at work, the ...