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Kemper clutched her legs as he entered and retreated. He moistened his lips and stared at their body-to-body connection, eyeing his dick as the thickness disappeared inside her pussy. The intense expression on his face, settling in his eyes, made her wetter, hotter. The fierce way he slammed his cock against her walls set fire to her soul, weighting her down with pumping adrenaline and a true need for more eroticism than ever before.
“Let’s have some fun, today, Kemper,” she whispered, insinuating one quick romp wouldn’t quite do the trick. Holding a position with one palm flat against his belly and the other curled around the shape of his nape, she kept her chest low and forward and her back high and straight.
She drew his head closer to her breasts, and he eagerly latched onto her hard nipple. A shard of unmatched pleasure zipped through her body as he pumped his cock inside her.
Kemper’s muscles rippled. His broad shoulders flexed. The outline of masculine flesh inspired her. Oh, how his manly form aroused her.
The fucking was incredible. Sounds of sex resounded. A mix of strawberry and vanilla candles, new flannel and polished leather, created an aroma she associated with home.
Her cunt enveloped him, and she pulsed around his cock. The endless screwing, fast fucking, and numerous sounds of pleasure completely consumed her.
They danced to a lover’s rhythm. Their bodies slapped in time, playing out a well-known sensual song.
She couldn’t turn away from the looking glass as Kemper’s pace quickened. He pounded harder, sank deeper,
His ragged breath provided proof. He gave all he had to give.
Kemper rolled her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. She cried out for mercy, but her insatiable desires drove her actions and her body demanded something more exquisite, a more intimate connection.
He was ravenous and she was unable to quench her everlasting lust. Yearning for more, she lost herself in the hour, and several orgasmic seconds turned into another sixty minutes of unharnessed, and quite gratifying, hard-core sex.
There wasn’t a resolution phase. One orgasm led to another. Several more followed.
The stage was set for romance, but their greed drove carnal desires even though the feelings were there, buried underneath layers of uncontrollable passion.
Candles seasoned the air. Bouncing teardrop flames fluttered against the pale background of Kemper’s bedroom wall. Flickering buds of brilliant fire added to the sensual ambiance, setting an extraordinary mood for a memorable liaison.
The heavy walnut headboard was banging. Ragged breaths, soft cries, and sudden groans or moans further enhanced the erotic atmosphere. Sex like this, so delicious and insanely forbidden, captivated and held her, left her sated and yet starving for more.
“Ah yes,” she crooned, squeezing his pulsing cock. “Speed up a little.”
Perspiration dotted his brow. He set his jaw and screwed her right, ramming inside her. Using quick and even jabbing motions, he shoved his cock inside her pussy.
Rocking out an obscene rhythm, he jiggled his hips. His penis twitched with a natural ebb and flow. An occasional jounce shattered her nerve endings. It felt as if a yo-yo string controlled his cock with manipulated guidance, but without a determined course, a premeditated path.
“Oh God, Kemper. I love that.”
“I know what you enjoy,” he crooned, nuzzling her cheek.
Retreating seconds later, he paused, left his dick tucked inside her opening, and plunged ahead once more. Stamping her with exquisite and painstakingly thorough pokes, Kemper fucked her as if he never intended to abandon his post. Her walls housed his dick, protecting him from a leave he didn’t need.
“Is that what you want?” he asked, nipping at her swollen nipple, sliding his hand between her legs and pinching her clit.
“Uh-huh,” she replied, breathless as he wedged his length inside her. His rigid cock caused a surge of warm vibrations. Her pussy tingled as his dick resided inside her cunt, stroking and fucking.
“How about this?” he asked, biting down on his lip and thrusting forward, barricading his dick between her pussy lips until he was balls deep. The base of his cock rested against her ass. “Wiggle that pretty bottom for me.”
“You please me, Kemper,” she crooned.
“You’d better believe it,” he rasped.
“You use me for your pleasure and I know how to use you for mine,” she assured him, thinking she still wanted and needed something more fulfilling. Throwing her arms overhead, she fell into the motions, undulating as he hammered inside her, stamping her with that hard cock he saved just for her.
Kemper had no idea what sex did to feed her growing hunger, her insatiable need. The more she fucked him, the more she longed to screw him. Lately, all she thought about was having sex. It was a crazy kind of feeling, much more intense and complex than in years past.
If she could, she’d fuck all day. She wouldn’t eat. She wouldn’t sleep.
She’d stay locked in moments like this, engaging in foreplay, working for a release, and instead of wasting time with the cuddling afterward, she’d start again. Life held no value without sporadic and ongoing multiple occasions filled with repeat performances of foreplay and sex.
