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And that’s exactly what I did. Took her close to me and kissed her slow and deep, our bellies pressed together, her breasts pillowed against my chest. Those big hazel eyes opened when we finished our hellos, framed by tight red curls down to Kristina’s mid-back. She was just finishing up making dinner for us. I sat in the kitchen chatting while she stirred a pot on the stove. Small talk and sex education talk. Fast forwarding, she asked me when things were all done if I was hungry. I got down on my knees in front of her. Kristina was sitting in the opposite chair from the one I just left and let me open her legs.

“I’m going to give you head…”

It was her first time feeling the firm pressure of a cranium turned sex toy, over and over, against her sex. It’s the only part of my body besides my thigh that’s hard enough and big enough to cover her entire vulva and create the precise sensual pressure a woman loves. She said she was ready for anything I wanted to do with her. I took her hands, led her out of the kitchen, grabbed my bag with condoms and water-based lube, then asked the way to the bedroom. She pointed and we were off.

Kristina lit some candles after one more kiss and I told her to be out of as many clothes as she wanted by the time I came back from the bathroom. She agreed. I stripped down, made sure my bladder was empty, washed my hands well, dried, then strode back out and into her bedroom. I stood and admired her for a few moments before throwing my clothes onto the floor against the wall. She asked me if I wanted a hanger or something. I replied,

“I’m a neat guy, but there are times for hanging and times for throwing on the floor.”

Kristina made a little sound of approval and made room for me between her long strong legs. The first place that called to me was her feminine flat stomach and the perfect oval navel. My tongue and hands slid all over it, her sides, the tops of her hips and back again—abject lust in motion for this particular form among many of sexy female belly. The next thing I remember is I couldn’t wait to get my tongue on her pussy. My hands found their way up to squeeze her big round breasts like basketballs in-between open palm caresses; matching the caresses my mouth and tongue made against her vulva and swelling clitoris. Time stood still until it didn’t anymore. When my body, and hers, wouldn’t wait another second to slide into each other.

The condom rolled down easily and the underwear model opened for me. Kristina’s soaked cunt felt… oh fuck. It felt too good. Her amazing body, her to slay-and-die-for breasts and beautiful face just multiplied the erotic energy crackling inside my chest and cock. And our sex organs sucked on each other. Hands slid over each other’s skin: my back, her small ribcage and up to her half-erect caramel-strawberry nipples. When my hands closed around her tits’ soft resistance, I felt the come surge through another stage inside my body, fighting its way out of me to get into her.

“You beautiful, incredible, bitch. You will -not- have my load until I deem it fucking so.”

I fought, but not too hard because I would also not deny myself fully feasting on Kristina. We kissed. The great kiss against my lips and the breasts in my palms flooded my perineum with semen and up into my penis. My orgasm feelings welled up in the center of my cockhead like a train off in the distance rolling ever closer. I let the tingles rise in strength, then controlled them by gently thrusting my length headlong against her depths and holding, but nudging her cervix with my cocklips. I repeated that once more before ordering her to her belly in a breathy voice.

I kept her legs pressed together and entered her open cunt, moving for just a few strokes before I felt her go wet inside. Every time it happens it’s like a little magic trick to me. Like adding more lubricant without doing so. And so goddamned-hot. She relaxed into my cock and told me to use her body. That she loves when a man loses everything inside of her and out. I let my penis feel its orgasm rise and approach the light at the end of the tunnel over and over and over again. I growled to her, while feeling her ass compress against my pelvis, then return to form before each thrust,

“I haven’t had sex like this in I cant remember how long… where I just indulged in my lover’s body and the feelings it gives my dick, for as long as I want.”

Kristina asked why in a soft feminine voice. Because things just didn’t move that way as part of the sex. And that taking her was a sexform I was returning to when the time was right. And yes, it was sooo damn hard to not come from her tight-grip and lush canal. She loved my hands squeezing down hard into her ass flesh. She also stammered out how she liked the sound and feeling of me slapping and slamming into her… the combination of that and what she felt in her pussy from my deeply-reaching penis—and she was a deep girl inside.

I moved her onto her back, got onto my knees and sunk back in. Kristina’s flexible hips held the position, folded knees, very well while I massaged her clitoris with my thumb and let my left hand grip and stroke where it wanted. Eventually she nudged my hand aside and took over her primary sex organ. I smiled inside. Glad to see she liked teamwork. Now I plowed into her, both hands gripping and pinning her straight down with my weight into her spread open inner thighs. Her fingers spun and flew against her clit and I remember her orgasm well because I felt her pussy clamp down the way they often do, making it very hard, very fun, and very pleasurable to force myself back into her limits against her muscular grip. I pulled my cock back out on the outstroke, my coronal ridge just shy of her opening, before shoving its way back in against her cunt’s iron fist made so by the strength of her orgasm. Her body spoke loud and clear even though her voice was sweet and muted under her pleasure-boom’s diminishing thunder.

Now it was my turn. Her pussy was sated for the evening and Kristina wanted the load and my energy due her. I asked her to climb on top. She looked amazing in the candlelight. She was on her knees sucking my cock with her pussy, bouncing that master-crafted ass up and down, and breathing. I grabbed and closed my talons down on her big natural tits while her wide hipped body rode me. I took 100% pleasure in her, no more control, not caring whether my grip was too much for her breasts to endure, not caring about anything but the pleasure I took from her being that panted and the effort of her body, her strong thighs forcing her sex up and down, milking my granite-solid cock, refusing to stop without saying a word till she was filled. That feeling, not caring about her pleasure, is a specific erotic burn. An intention that when timed correctly can be the perfect spice for her fuck. And Kristina fed on the erotics of woman-serving-hard-cock. Especially when that cock wouldn’t stop pumping her as she came all over it.

“Mmrh, I feel you getting bigger….” She stammered like a runner does trying to talk while sprinting.

I love letting the train finally roar out and into the light. I came hard, straight up inside that woman. The condom caught all of my seed while my hips bucked up as she pushed down; making my orgasm last as long as it could joined by my growls, deep groans, and tight snarl on my face.

We slowed and held each other. I gripped the end of the condom at the base of my penis and she lifted herself off of my still hard penis. Then settled down next to me. We were hungry and we cuddled a little before rushing almost naked to the kitchen together for lemon chicken. There, after a delicious dinner, we chatted and before brushing our teeth and snuggling down together, she said it had been a long time since she came with a man inside her. Kristina was happy that had returned to her life.

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