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Without a warning, he scooped her up
She could feel his heart racing as she dangled from his arms, head against the chest. It assured her that she was not alone in this madness. He propped her against the bay window, and slowly knelt down in front of her. With a jerk he parted her legs and with another tore apart the piece of cloth that hid her soul. A single touch and she loosened up. A single lick and everything inside her tightened.
He pulled her closer and she slid deeper into the seat, possibly as deep as his tongue ventured inside her vagina. She pulled his hair as every sense inside her tingled. He nibbled softly at her clitoris and made circles around it with his tongue, and gently run his hands up and down her thighs. She felt aroused and calm at the same time. The desire to have a stronger and harder tool in place of his tongue was growing inside her. She believed that she couldn’t wait any longer, and if she did she might die.
And just at that moment he stopped – abruptly. And without so much as a kiss, he pulled down his pants. With a single, forceful thrust of his hips he was buried deep inside her. And that’s when she realized how big he was. An excruciating pain shot through her – there was nothing pleasurable about it. The pleasure came after the third thrust. That’s when she remembered why Missionary was her favorite position – she could hold on to his ass, and maybe move it to her rhythm. Her legs wrapped around his waist, one hand on his ass, and another holding on to the edge of the window. There were times she thought she would scream and the whole world would hear her – or at least the waiter.
The intensity of the situation made her forget everything – where she was, where her underwear was, why she was letting this stranger fill her up with what could only be described as a magic wand, she forgot herself, she forgot her shame. She screamed. “Do me”.
He muffled her with one hand and pulled her hair with another. It was a warning, and she understood perfectly.
It filled her
She took his hand and placed it on her neck. She had been a bad girl; she shouldn’t have been so naughty. But she was ready for her punishment. He reached for her neck. But he didn’t kiss her, he bit her, hard. She screamed out again. And this time he stopped pounding her. She thought it was over, she didn’t want it to be over. But he held her waist and turned her around. He was going to take her from behind – just like that, without a word; he was going to plough her ass.
It felt different. It felt like suddenly he was enraged. More powerful, more passionate. But it wasn’t just passion. He was squeezing her breasts with a force worthy of murderous rage. It turned her on and antagonized her at the same time. She felt him go faster and harder and then suddenly come to an absolute halt. She knew what it meant. He was finished. He had just come inside her. She could feel it. She wanted to see his face; she knew it would have a look of glory on it. She turned around.