The scent of his skin, the feel of his soft pink lips, his beard feeling the pressure of her chin, the warm exhale falling down her face like a warm shower. Their lips part, making way for their willing tongues to taste each other. The wetness on her lips is sweet and inviting.
He put his hands on her back as he leaned over and tore her shirt off her, dropping its uselessness as a garment to the floor. His hands caressing the bare skin of her back and shoulders occasionally dipping down the front of her to cup and caress a breast.
His fingers finding her breast and squeezing lightly before, with a suddenness that made her shriek into his hand, he began to crush her breast, letting his fingers dig painfully into her soft flesh as his knee pushed hard again.
He then pulled out of her warm, wet mouth and raised her by her knees to his crib. Cupping her face in strong hands, he brought her lips to his own so that he could kiss her deeply.
He kissed down her chin and onto her neck. As she arcs her neck to give him access, he opened his mouth wide and bit at her throat drawing one hand down her naked side lightly with his nails just before grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in closer.
Katrina ground into Renard as he pulled her closer and she could feel his hardness against her. She pushes herself towards him more, getting more comfortable, and he takes the hint. His hand works its way from her tits, down her, tummy, and to her waistband. He fumbles with her skirt buttons for a moment but soon has her pants undone and his hand disappears below the fabric. It doesn’t take long and all and he hears her let out a low moan and her head goes back. His fingers have found her perfect little clit and are exploring her wetness. She’s so warm and tight.
Down her body Renard slid, kissing her stomach and taking time at her hips. As he was there, his right hand moved up her leg and over her inner thigh. He inserted one finger into her pussy and slide it around and in and out of her before playing with her swollen clit. His mouth met his hand and together they combined forces to lap and play at her wet pussy.
The pleasure was radiating across her body. His fingers pushing her further, pleasure and pain as they roughly ground into her. He knew just what to do. He knew just what she wanted. And she wanted it as badly as she didn’t.
Two fingers entered as the dance of fingers, tongues and labia went on. Each dancer taking turns with different partners. Renard’s tongue licked Katrina’s clit more intensely as his own lust goes up and his excitement grows. She could feel his breath quicken and with her hands, she rubbed at his head and shoulders pushing, pulling, and orchestrating. She moved her hips more to fuck his fingers and the movement proves to push her pussy over his face, making him soaked and glistening in her juices.
His touch. Claiming her. Taking her. Hurting her. He ordered. He demanded. He took. She came. Her body arching and shuddering beneath him. Trying in vain to pull air in past his tight fingers.
Renard inserted a third finger and brought himself back up to her mouth. He was spurred on by hearing her moans escaping as he roughly started to massage the front inner swell of her vagina. Katrina spread her legs more and wrapped them longingly around Thomas, drawing him in further. His excitement furthers as he massaged harder and she could feel her orgasm well up in her.
She was getting close fast. Already was so close, had barely held it back. And now she was loving it. It was intense and amazing. She ached. She couldn’t breathe. His cock was slipping out from her, wet with her own arousal and his cum, his semen dripping onto the bed underneath.
She held it and held it as long as she could and as she released, she came hard, shaking and cumming in a shower. As she shakes and cums, he pulled his fingers from her and pushed his hard dick into her slick pussy. He fucked her through the orgasm, not letting her catch her breath.
When she stopped convulsing in pleasure, he slowed his strokes. They were slow and controlled, pushing slightly deeper each time until he’s completely buried in her pussy and then back up just a bit each stroke. A little shallower each time. When he got to the very tip at the shallowest point he pushed in deep and hard… harder each time. He did this until he began to feel his own orgasm well up and he pulled out to slow himself down then plunged deep into her again.
Taking her legs and putting them over her shoulders, he orders her to place her arms around his neck. She obeyed and he plunges his thick cock deep into her wet pussy again. With a guttural howl, her back arches, accepting more and more of his cock. Her face collapses to the bed, the sheets spilling around her face, blocking her vision. She can’t see, she can only hear him and feel him in that moment, which turns her on even more.
He gripped his fingers into her soft hips, pulling her ass closer, sliding the rest of himself into her. This brought an audible moan from both of them. He put his hands on her ass and picked her up. He stabilized himself and started sliding her up and down on his cock. She did her best to help by using her long strong legs to raise and lower herself on his cock. On the downs he pushed into her. The slap of their pounding into each other echoes off the ceiling. All other sounds deafen in the room, leaving only the echoes of her moans and shrieks, followed by the clapping of his balls against her clit. Her pussy tremors as she hears his soft moans escape under his gated breath, his wet thrusts rapidly build speed. Their moans got louder and louder.
Her body heat drives him like a purpose, each thrust better than the last, every inch, monumental. Feeling him drip down on her like a melting candle, seconds turn into minutes, minutes into forever.
Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she collapses back to the sheets. Muffled by the bed, as primal screams of ecstasy as he fucks her into another orgasm. Her body seizes, the cum pulsing from her body and soaking Renard’s dick. The energy building from a slow roll to what feels like transcendence, the pace quickens, her hips expectant. He can feel the heat growing in his scrotum, feeling her clench on me tighter and tighter; her body begins erupting, the sound of her about to come driving him to the edge. With my final inhale, and a thrust so deep… I release. The climax to this night, warm and wet. Our bodies fuse and weave into a spectacular feeling of pure bliss. My cock, stationary, pulsing and bursting deep into your womb. You rub the side of your cheek, breath heavy, tiny sounds slowly fading from your mouth. A rush of content swarms our bodies, leaving us brilliantly lifeless.
She started shouting as her orgasm welled up in her again pleading to not stop. And that’s it for them. Katrina came again just as Renard placed her back on the bed and pulled out of her soaked pussy. He came hard and the beginning spurt landed on her chest the rest pooling onto her stomach.
She was blacking out by the end of it, she was exhausted, physically and emotionally. So much so that she barely registered the pressure leaving her as he moved off of her. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Her body shaking in the after effects of orgasm.