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Goofy Oh Face



He dragged me off the bed by my ankle and threw me onto my knees on the floor, and took my head into his hands as he shoved his deliciously coated cock to the back of my throat. I love it when he gets like this because it takes any choice out of the equation. He holds my head tight as he pushes to the back of my throat with deep, determined thrusts, and all I can do is relax as he forces past my gag reflexes to choke me just right. I post my hands against his hard abs, and as my eyes start to water, I look up to see in his face that he is close. I will him to cum down my throat, but he isn't done with me yet; he pulls his cock out and milks it in front of my face and says “taste it”. I see his pre-come topping the head of his cock, and drawn to taste his seed and grab his thick cock with two hands and lick up his shaft and up over its helmet to first pick it up with the tip of my tongue to taste it before covering it with my mouth and milking him with my hands and sucking, desperate to get more of his lightly salted sweetness.

He grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock and throws me over the side of the bed. He holds me up with the weight of his body at my backside. “Spread your ass,” he demands, and again I’m happy to just obey, and I reach back with both hands and spread my ass as he paints me with his cock. He pushes up and down on my throbbing clit and up to my flexing ass before finding a happy medium and filling my hot, tight throbbing glove. He isn't fucking around and drives me hard as I feel the ripples of the waves on my ass as they ebb and flow with his thrusts. He is going so deep and igniting the monster in me, which takes possession and tells him, “Fuck me,” wanting more, wanting harder, wanting deeper, and becoming insatiable and dangerous to his health. He hurts me under his grip while his heavy balls spank my clit, and it isn't long before we are both quickly approaching the end, but it is my turn to deny him, and I turn my hips, push him back away with my foot, and back pedal up onto the bed. Now we’re both wound tight as I see his pumped body covered in the glistening sheen of his sweat and my juices, ready to pounce. I backpedal more as he crawls over me like a leopard stalking its prey. “Here kitty kitty,” I taunt him; his face promising me of things to come.

He is on top of me; a hard kiss warns me that I’m going to pay; promises, promises. He smiles at my silent challenge and pulls my head back by my hair, pinning it to the mattress, and bites my lip, forcing my mouth and legs to open to him. He fills me again, pulling an arch in my back by my hair and biting down from my collarbone to my puckered nipples. He grinds deep inside me while his teeth rake my nipples; then he releases his grip in my hair so that he can pull my ass up on his thighs, curving my spine so that his cock runs up across my G-spot as he steadily runs me through. Promises kept as I got to see my climax frost his cock in a thick watery paste. It is so much more exciting when you get to watch.  When he saw the fruits of his labor, he growled in triumph before fucking me harder and faster, once again covering me with his weight and reaching down around my thigh to rub my thick juices into my clit, keeping me in a constant euphoric, doped-up orgasmic state. You know that point where you feel like your face gets all goofy-looking and you just don’t care? My Oh face was in full effect, and I was on the brink of a bigger one, if I didn't black out first.

How the fuck does he move so fast and not lose rhythm? I came so hard and was holding on by the skin of my teeth, hoping he wasn't far behind. My orgasm was audible as he hammered and splashed in my kiddie pool, and again I couldn't care enough to be embarrassed. It seemed to just drive him harder and faster, and I knew he was there by his own “goofy oh face”. When he pulled out just in time to finish all over the front of me, I was mesmerized by the sheer ecstasy in his sated face as the anxiety of his locked jaw fell open to pouty pants, his stressed brow melted into grateful bedroom eyes, and the thick veins in his pumped arms and shoulders slowly receded with his breaths. And as his tight abs softened with the rise and fall of pecs shimmering in sweat, I rested my palm up on his beating chest to feel the thump of everything I ever needed to know “I Love You”.

Happy Hump Day!!

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