Mr. President 1(118)

I go down on my knees, my hands sliding down Arsen’s legs and meeting his pants and boxers, still hanging by his knees. I push them down to his ankles and he does the rest by kicking off his shoes and stepping out of his clothes. Arsen’s naked body finally in front of me, I lick my lips as I curl my fingers around his shaft, my hand immediately moving back and forth over his length.

My tongue darts out and I reach for his glans, circling it as I keep on stroking him. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel the scent of my pussy still lingering on his cock, and I picture it coming and going out of me like a piston. I lap at his tip incessantly, teasing him, and then go down the side of his shaft, tracing its length with just the tip of my tongue until I reach his balls. There, I suck one in, taking it inside of my mouth and twirling it around before I go back up. Once at the tip, I open my mouth wide and let his shaft roll over my lips and deep into my mouth.

When I feel my lips touching the skin at the base of his cock, I wrap them around his meaty flesh as hard as I can, slowly rolling back. I go over to his tip again, but I don’t let it out of my mouth; instead, I go down once more, repeating that coming and going motion over and over again, with slow deliberate movements. Only when he places his hands on top of my head do I pick up the pace, moving my head back and forth as fast as I can, deep moans rising from my throat and vibrating against his cock.

I caress his balls as I suck him, moving them around over the palm of my open hand. Then, satisfied with my quick pace, I grab his shaft again, the movement of my hand matching that of my mouth. Sucking and stroking, I drive him over the edge. I feel his cock pulsing inside of my mouth, pushing down on my tongue, and only then do I slow down. I roll back my lips, allowing his cock to pop out of my mouth while my hand keeps on working him.

My urges whipping at my brain, I go up to my feet, never letting go of his cock. I press my back against the wall, ready to let him take me again right there, but he just grabs my hand and steps back.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable. I want to try your mattress,” he says with a devious grin, pulling me down the hallway and into the living room. There he heads down the corridor to the left, instinctively going toward the only room with the door open. I step inside after him, my hand hitting the wall as I look for the light switch; I hit it, a cozy orange light filling my bedroom as he places both his hands on my waist and, with an almost too violent movement, throws me on top of the bed. My body bounces on the mattress and, before I can do anything, he climbs on top of me, his hands on my knees as he parts my legs. I lay back, panting as he grabs my thong and slides it down my legs, throwing it off somewhere.

Placing his open hand over my pussy, he slides one finger in, hooking it upward until he’s touching my G-spot. He starts rubbing it, pressing there until my back is arched and I’m sighing heavily.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Just wait until it’s not my finger inside of you, but something else…” He promises me, sliding one more finger inside of me. As he starts to move his two fingers in and out of my pussy, he presses his thumb over my clit, rubbing it with wide circles until my eyes are shut and I’m bunching up the sheets. With one masterful stroke he presses hard on my G-spot as he applies the same kind of pressure on my clit. I come in a heartbeat, my hands moving erratically over the sheets as a convulsion of pleasure takes over both my mind and body. I’m shaking and trembling, all of me descending into a feverish state as he takes his fingers out of my pussy.

I’m still coming when he presses his glans against my labia, feeding one inch of his cock into my pussy. Reacting unconsciously, I lace my legs behind his back and reel him in, forcing him inside at once. His cock sheathed in me to the hilt, I start thrusting erratically, lifting my ass up from the mattress as I force his cock in and out of my pussy.#p#分页标题#e#

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for him to take the lead; my hips are no longer moving and I’m just laying back as he starts to thrust, his hips moving so fast that my brain starts to overheat. I claw at his back, scratching and clawing as I urge him to go even faster, even if that means leaving me in a catatonic state once we’re done. I don’t even care if I’m hurting him - all that I care about right now is that he fucks me as hard as humanly possible, using that gigantic cock of his to stretch my pussy wide and ruin me completely.

“Oh, God…” I moan, the blood in my veins starting to boil.

“God isn’t here right now, Ash,” he whispers into my ear, his pace never dropping. “But I am,” he concludes, burying his cock so deep into me that he just rips a scream out of my throat.