Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever - Sex Stories

Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

... and live for no reason other than to love you and bring you happiness, just as I know you will do the same for me.” She whispered in my ear. I slow let go and she raised her head, keeping her face hovering over mine with her long crimson hair hanging down and sealing us within our own private space. “I love you Angel.” I said, placing my hands on her cheeks. “I love you too Marcus, now it is time for me to grant you happiness and truly show you how it feels to love and be loved.” She whispered as she sat up. Raising herself up, she reached down and grasped my manhood, keeping it standing at the right angle. Key and gate now brought together, she gently lowered herself down onto my manhood, embracing it with her womanhood. I was truly left breathless by the sensation of entering her, unable to complete describe how good it felt. It was so warm, so soft, and so wet, but beyond that, every single aspect from the friction to the tightness was so perfect that it was as it her body was actually changing and adapting itself to my preferences. Even more, beyond just the physical connection, I felt like our hearts, minds, and souls were merging together. I could feel her emotions rushing through the connection and into me, overflowing with warmth like water from the perfect shower, and just like our joined anatomy, I was able to penetrate her mind with my own emotions and felt her embrace it. Angel whimpered in happiness as she reached the base of my cock, showing not a single twinge ...

... of pain. “Oh my god, it feels so good. It’s perfect, it fits inside me so perfect, I can feel it kissing the entrance to my womb.” She shivered. “It’s like we were meant for each other.” I teased, brushing my fingers against the side of her flawless face. “We were Marcus, we were.” She purred. She then leaned forward onto her hands and raised her lower body, revealing the shaft of my cock with a sheath of blood from her ruptured hymen, the same shade as her hair. She lowered herself back down, whimpering in joy as I filled her to completion with my phallus. Moving in a gentle whiplash moment, she began raised her lower body and then swinging it back down onto my cock, driving it up into her with the perfect speed and strength and leaving me completely overwhelmed with happiness. After mastering the rhythm and movements, she changed her technique and began rolling her lower body on me, grinding back and forth with my cock stirring her honey pot. She rode me like that for several minutes, allowing us to both get fully accustomed to the sensation of being intimate. Soon after, she changed her technique again, leaning back and relying on her stomach muscles to lift her up so that she could bounce on my cock. Seeing her face blushing while she panted and watching her large breasts bounce with her like a pair of melon-sized water balloons hanging from the bumper of dune buggy going off-road, I was almost hypnotized, but within me, I also felt a burning passion. I felt the need to ...