I bite down on the chain so hard I taste the gold.
Every move her ass makes against my shaft is torturous.
Breathe.Breathe.Breathe.I chant to myself.
My balls are drawn uptight and full to bursting.
Breathe.Breathe.
When she releases my waist, and she bends her knees, arching her whole body so she can grab her stiletto's, her pussy smashes my cock, and pre-cum seeps out.I start to shake inside, fighting the urge again to dominate her pussy perfection right here, right now, making a spectacle of us.
Breathe.Breathe.Breathe.Breathe is the only thought I allow in.
Then the chain pops.
I freeze.
My focus falls off my cock and lands unguarded on her teasing tits.
She stops moving.
Her breasts float out.
Freed!
I spit the chain out.
She arches up.
Smashing the entire length of my cock.
I begin to pant as her tits move to my mouth.
My fists are tight and crush the air.
Her beautiful areolas are painted with that special gold dust, and her nipples are so taut, my tongue plays across my lips.I can taste her sweet, southern sexiness.
She flips her hair.
It falls like a cloud on my face then floats to tease her tits.
Our eyes connect, and the flame burns us both.
I groan.
She thrusts her tits into my chest.
Her hard nipples jab me.
I moan, tortured.
She shields my eyes with her hands, blocking out the world.
There is only my Wild Thang.
Her hungry eyes devour mine.
My Wild Thang.
