Breathe - Sex Stories

Breathe

... undulating rhythm, gliding his cock in with a wicked twist of his butt, making her feel each rippling vein on his turgid shaft. Yet when he sensed her ease her relax her thighs, he obliged with zeal and fury, filling her with stiff, punishing thrusts, his hips firing forward with rapid velocity. “Fucking tight ,” Tyrone hissed as he went full tilt. Jenna’s hips snapped back and up with every one of Tyrone’s solid thrusts. She groaned and gasped openly, sharply, unable to muffle her mouth. She voiced her desperate pleasure continuously now, enduring the ache and tightness in every straining muscle and fiber in her body. As the minutes wore on, even through the chaos of Tyrone’s brusque, erratic strokes, Jenna found her focus, feeling his cock throb within her core like a beacon of pleasure. She closed her eyes, breathed through her sharp gasps, and found the point of thrill in the aches and swells. Her harsh, anxious gasps gave way to languid groans in response to the hard thrusts. She clutched at the binds and held on. Tyrone surged harder, fueled by the sensation of Jenna’s tight, wet, warmth around his cock. His dark flesh beaded with drops of perspiration. He glared at Jenna’s expression, the look of ease retuning in her face even as she moaned aloud. Her flesh was aglow from the licks of afternoon sunlight, her creamy skin blushed with sparkling pink patches. “Tyrone… uh!” she called to him. Unbelievably, he wanted her even more now. He slipped out of her, his swollen ...

... cock shiny and wet. With raspy grunts, he moved Jenna around, turning her over onto her knees, facing her towards the mirrors. He groped her plush bottom then flattened his hand like a paddle and spanked her cheeks with a sharp slap, then another. Jenna winced and yelped, stung by each swat. As she wriggled and strained against the bindings, Tyrone continued tanning her supple ass. Her pale flesh blossomed red and pink. “Nice and tender, now,” he said, grinning. He moved in behind between her legs. Jenna’s head hung low as she panted, her throat parched, her hands still bound and strapped to the barre. Her ass, her whole body, was tingling, burning, as if on fire. She sensed Tyrone shroud her as his hand reached around for more teasing pinches and twists of her sore nipples. As he held her, he shimmied up close, handling his cock, skirting it across her tender buttocks. “You’ve been so good, Jenna,” he grunted, “So strong. You’re so fucking strong.” Jenna blinked slowly, her lips glossy and limp. She felt the tip of Tyrone’s cock testing the bud of her anus, easing against it. Her buttocks instinctively clenched. He leaned closer to her ear, practically licking it as he spoke, “Breathe, Jenna. Just relax and focus. This’ll be good. Trust me.” Succumbing to the shadow that had been waiting for her all this time since the day she met Tyrone, Jenna craned her neck around, glancing at him through watery eyes. Goaded by his determined glare, she eased down, sliding her knees on the ...