He pushed in, all the way,allof him, finally.
He pulled out and slammed himself back in—hard, powerful, unrelenting.
“Yes!”I shrieked.
He filled me, stretched me, used me.
His hands obsessively ran up and down my fishnets.
He grunted louder as he slammed his cock deeper into me.
His hips and thighs clapped against my rear as he fucked me harder, faster.
“Yes, yes,yes! Harder!”
Beau gave me everything I wanted—and then he gave me a little extra.
My eyes went wide when I felt a presence at my rear: his finger. Gently, he circled the rim of my ass, implicitly asking me for permission.
I'd never had anybody putanythingin there. But Beau had boiled me down to my basest desires, and reduced me to such a moaning panting horny mess, that all inhibitions went out the window.
And as his finger glided around my rear, the sensation grew surprisingly welcome. I relaxed for him, begging him to enter me with my moans of encouragement. “Mm-hm!”
Because if he wanted it? I wanted it twice as bad.
Beau pushed his finger gently into my ass.
“Yes!” I howled, shoving my weight against him and forcing him tofillbothmy holes.
In and out, he drilled me, grunting wildly.
“Oh my God!” I bellowed, stuffed, stuffed like I'd never been before.
His huge dick began to feel impossibly bigger, bloated and swollen. I knew he was close. The thought of his champion cum shooting inside me triggered a primal rush—and my grip on him tightened, my muscles ratcheting higher, until I squeezed him inside me like I wouldn't ever let him go.
“I'm coming, Beau! I'm coming so fucking hard!”
I didn't want him to pull out. I didn't want him to stop finger-fucking my ass, either.
The climax broke over me, and I spasmed on Beau wildly. My legs thrashed against the mattress, tremors rippling through my body—and then I felt Beau begin to tremble himself.
“Ur-urrrrggh!” he groaned.
I felt Beau's deep pulses, his rapid throbbing, as his big cock shot his seed inside me. We thrust against each other, refusing to stop, making him fill me with pump after pump of his cream.
When we finally ground to a halt, a frothy mix of our juices dribbled down the inside of my thighs.
I collapsed to the mattress, and Beau's great weight followed. He laid on top of me, making me feel so snug and perfect and content.
***
“Holy fuck,” Beau panted a few minutes later.
We laid side by side.
“Yeah,” I agreed, just as breathlessly.
“And I thought last night was hot.”
