“Holy fuck, yes.”
The more I fuck her, the more she’s dripping for me.
The faster I fuck her, the more she cries out.
Damn.
“I’m addicted to your desperate cries and the lewd noises your pussy makes while it swallows my cock.”
She switches things up on me and rotates her hips in a circular motion.
The move catches me by surprise, and that unleashes something feral in me.
Her hips gyrate in a dizzying rhythm, which only accelerates my pace.
This woman’s pussy is going to be the end of me.
“Is my dirty little slut going to come gushing all over my cock?”
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
“Yes. More.”
Everything intensifies––her hip movements, my thrusts, our grunts, the smacking of skin against skin.
The wet sounds of her pussy are driving me out of my fucking mind.
“I fucking love your greedy pussy,” I say. “Told you I’d make an addict out of you. No other man will ever be able to satisfy you like I do.”
“No, never,” she says in a breathy voice. “I feel so, so full with you.”
Her response elicits all sorts of foreign sensations in me. I shouldn’t feel the need to bang on my chest like a fucking silverback gorilla.
I pound in and out of her.
She stops rotating her hips, clenches around my cock, and her juices run down my balls and my legs.
Fuck.
“It’s never been this good with another man,” she says. “I fucking love your cock.”
Confusion clouds my head.
This primal sense of pride at her words is something I’ve never experienced before.
This is role playing. She’s just saying that in the moment.
I push the thought away and fuck her without restraint, ravishing her pussy with every thrust.
She clenches around me in staccato pulses.
I choke on a breath right before a string of gibberish flies out of my mouth.
My orgasm is looming.
