Conventional Warfare 4 - Fucking her and sucking her nipples

A sigh escaped her as she spread her legs even wider to ease my cock

inside her butthole.  So very, very tight.  I started to push my hips up

toward her, but she lifted herself up quickly.  My cock throbbed at the

sudden removal, and I thought all was lost. 

She turned around, shaking her head.  Damn it if her tits were still

covered.  I let my eyes wander down to her pubic area instead, hoping to

drink in as much as I could before it was over.  One hand moved down yet

again, through her short and curlies toward her sex.  She stared

disapprovingly at me while she rubbed her clit back and forth.  I

couldn’t take my eyes off her cunt.  I knew if I spoke, I’d only make

things worse, and some hope within bubbled that maybe she’d give me one

last chance.  She did.

Her finger came away wetly from her pussy, and she pursed her lips to

suck it dry.  She reached behind her to refasten her bra.  I thought it

was lost until she straddled my legs.  Her hands pushed against my

shoulders, letting me know my interference wouldn’t be tolerated.  She

unstraddled me and began to rub her pelvis against my shirt.  She marked

me like some animal, spreading her sex scent all over my clothing. 

Those covered tits taunted me, moving up and down and jiggling with her

every motion.  Never close enough to my mouth, always out of reach.

She leaned forward to lick the tip of my nose, lowering herself slowly. 

Her aim was perfect, and I felt those puffed pussy lips against my cock. 

I wanted so much to just thrust up and fuck her until those teasing

white globes bounced free and clear in all their glory.  I resisted the

urge as soon as it came.  I didn’t have to wait long.  She dropped

herself the rest of the way quickly, impaling herself on my shaft.  She

had a cunt men dream of - tight, soft and juicy.  She grinned at me, and

began to flex her pussy muscles.  The sensation was amazing, squeezing

and releasing me within her.

Her hands released my shoulders, but I knew that it wasn’t a freedom. 

They moved to cup her breasts, squeezing in time to her pussy flexing. 

I watched her, dazed by the feelings this gave me.  She started to rock

back and forth, rubbing my cock against her clit.  A long sigh came out

of each of our mouths.

The flexing slowed, but I didn’t have time to mourn the loss as she

lifted up off of my rod just to the head.  Her hands returned to my

shoulders to keep her balance, then plunged herself down on me once more

deep inside her box.  Just as she fully engulfed my cock, she bounced

back up.  I felt her flushed labia rub every inch of my manhood on the

way off, then again on the way back down.

Through the pleasure of her bouncing fuck, I felt her unbuttoning my

shirt. Why now? Her nails dragging down my chest served as my answer,

matching the light pain of her scratches to the heady pleasure in my

groin.  Through the haze of my ecstasy I heard little whimpering sounds

from deep inside her throat, her chest getting flushed down to the edge

of her tenacious bra.

A quivering overtook her body, but she never let up her full-cock fuck. 

In fact, she rode me all the harder through her body-shaking orgasm. I

thought I would never come, with this orgasming body of pure sex not

bringing me over the edge.  She refused to accept it, though, rocking

her hips back and forth as she bounced up and down.  Those tits began to

come oh-so-close to my face.  With a final sigh her orgasm ended, my

cock well-oiled and being rammed like a piston.

Her hands moved up my chest to my neck, then up to hold my head between. 

I could tell she wanted me to come - I’ve never been fucked with such

abandon before.  It surprised me, too.  I’ve never been in the business

of unusual staying power.  Perhaps she realized that the best fuck in my

life wasn’t getting me off, giving me an indulgent smile above those

heaving mounds.

Her hands moved away from my chest, and behind her back.  I heard the

clip snap, and she shrugged her shoulders to let her bra-straps fall

down her arms on a particularly rough penetration of her cunt.  Arms

crossed once more, but not to hide.  The smile turned to a grin and she

pulled the bra free.

Oh, the glory of those mounds of white, the sexiness of the erect

nipples reaching forward from the brown areola, the lust of their

bouncing and jiggling in time to our coupling.  They filled my sight,

and I drank those beautiful tits like a boy thumbing his first Playboy. 

She cupped them like I wanted my own hands to, pinching and tugging the

tips.  I felt the pressure build once more, and I knew this was all I

needed.

She pushed her hands roughly back against my shoulders, forcing me

against the couch as she arched her back sharply.  Her heavenly curves

thrust upwards, a range made of two snowy mountains.  Her fucking

reached a fevered pitch, and I knew she was going to come again as the

first squirt of jism flooded her vaginal canal.  She rode me even

harder, if that was possible, moaning as her own climax overtook her.

It didn’t let up until we were both finished, and she gave me a final

squeeze of her inner muscles.  With a smile, she said, “Thanks.”  She

lifted herself off of me, with a soft squelching noise.  Winking, she

picked up her clothing and got dressed, apparently not caring about our

mixture of juices between her legs.

She walked toward the door, and I could only watch her with heavy

breathing.  A business card flicked out and landed on the table next to

my door.  Without another word, she left my room.