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Rolling Like Thunder



What I wouldn’t give to have gills while dining on my delicious wife. Lucky for me, she is rolling her hips, which allows me to take a breath like a swimmer does on alternating strokes. She is close and driving the pace, and I’d hate to have to come up for air. When she came, it was a beautiful thing; her finger nails dug into the bedding, her back arched while tremors ravaged her entire body, and her legs closed like a rat trap, nearly breaking my neck. She roared then reared up like a cobra ready to strike with all the venom in her eyes, warning me of her promising attack. She wanted retribution as she spun her body around to me and flipped me like a hot cake to get to her prize.

All I could do was laugh as I savored my handy work in my goatee as she struggled to push me onto my back. I decided to comply and rolled with her, and her vigor only increased when she saw the real results of her delicious pussy. My cock was thick as it sprang like a Jack in the Box when relieved of my weight from being ground into the mattress while I enjoyed my meal. It slapped against my abs before she snatched it up with both hands and looked at me, all crazed like she finally caught her first fish after being trapped on an island for a week. She was so hungry that she wasn’t even going to cook her catch, as she took the head into her mouth like she was just going to bite it off. I just went to move her hair to watch, and she slapped my hand away possessively and might have as well just growled like a dog with a bone. She did flip her hair to the side so that she could conveniently tease me with the view as she squeezed my cock even thicker and worked her gorgeous mouth around it like the double-jointed jaws of a snake eating snake. It was her turn, and she was taking it, all of it.

I wasn’t allowed to touch, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t roll. When she pushed her mouth as far as she could go and slowly tried to work it deeper, I flexed and rolled my ass and hips to give her that extra inch or so. She moved one hand away to both go deeper and massage my taint, which, like scratching your cat’s hind, makes my cock rise even more and is made evident by the choking sound of her gag reflex. She explores more, and as she dared, more than just my eyes nearly exploded. She was on a mission, and it took all my will not to allow me to cum to fruition, and I gave her just a taste as I came just enough to make her already driven, purposeful eyes even more determined. When she tasted the fruits of her labor, she growled again over my cock, and it was vital then that I recapture control. I grabbed her by her thick mane with both hands and pulled her away from her kill and up to my mouth with the hope that a soothing kiss could tame the beast.

Her kisses were hot and heavy, and her lips were plumped up from their workout, but she wasn’t ready to give up her control just yet. She gave me panted kisses but kept me on my back with a forceful hand on my chest while she swung her leg over me and mounted me like a horse. I literally put my arms behind my head and just enjoyed the beautiful view of her rolling curves and waves as she rode me like a long board, sliding her slick folds up and down my cock like she was waxing it before the ride. She wasn’t just torturing me because every time her clit rode over the thick helmet of my cock, she would jump as if shocked, and her brows would frown as she would alternate between biting her bottom lip and dropping her jaw as if gasping for air. She was masochistic in this and continued until another tremor racked her beautiful frame and she came again, made evident by her finally catching that gasp of air and crying the sweetest song as her tummy fluttered, her nails left their mark in my chest. While she came and came down, I took her moment of weakness as an opportunity. In a calculated move I lowered my hips enough to strike her clit with the head of my cock like a match and as she jumped up in recoil, I dipped and thrust my cock with a perfect strike, breaking into her tight pulsing oven and I quickly brought my hands from behind my head to lock onto her waist and pull her deeper down over my cock. I believe she came again, and as if someone yelled “clear!” I jolted her back into her body as she looked down at me once again with a look of reckoning chiseled into her face.

She locked her talons into my shoulders as she rocked and rolled to only the music she was privy to. Her back bowed back and forth as she rode me bareback so that as she came out of the saddle the curve of her body matched the one in my cock, but as she came back down my cock would rake against her g-spot before crashing hard. She liked me deep, and she would roll in the surf before looking for the next wave. She is so fucking beautiful, and I knew that it wouldn’t be much longer before she broke me, and I was losing my fucking mind, so I moved my hands from her hips to her ass. I spread her and slid my finger into the loop and worked her like a yo-yo. By doing that, she relinquished control to me, allowing herself to just roll with punches while she posted over me like some Kama Sutra statue. I spread my legs for maximum thrust as I literally tried to knock her out of the sky. Our orgasms seemed to be constructed together as they were built from the bottom up. Her silent screams mouthed “I cumming,” just as I was pumping her up with mine, and they lasted as if they had a great distance to travel. Mine seemed to come from a part of me not connected to this realm, and when it finally arrived, it was like I could only imagine childbirth would be like without all the pain. I passed something bigger than me and something that I could not keep quiet. Innocent ears be damned while our miracles were born and we sang together before she fell on me and our hearts echoed what we already know.

Happy Hump Day!!

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