Allowing my head to fall forward, I press my forehead against the wall and try to keep standing up as Austin fucks, each thrust of his like a firestorm. With each passing second, my body starts growing more and more tense, and I know that I won’t be able to endure this pace for much longer. I’m either going to bend or break.
Of course, I don’t bend and I don’t break. Instead I just come my brains out, my orgasm turning into sound as it erupts from between my lips, the sound of my voice loud enough to rattle the frame of the airplane.
Sliding his cock out of me in a hurry, Austin then forces me to turn around. Taking his hands to my ass cheeks, he pulls me into him; reacting on sheer instinct, I lace my legs around his waist and throw my arms over his shoulders.
“I can’t get enough of your pussy,” Austin groans as he lowers me over his cock, the lips of my aching pussy parting to take in the whole length of his cock. Sheathing it to the hilt inside of me, he wastes no time and resumes his thrusting motion, fucking me as fast as he was doing before.
“Harder,” I beg him with one simple word, but that’s all it takes. He starts pistoning into me with such a fury that, a few seconds later, beads of sweat start forming on his forehead. The muscles in his arms bulge as he holds me up, and I can’t help but look at them and feel like the luckiest woman in the world. I mean, I’m just a simple woman, and Austin is richer than God, more ripped than a cover magazine model, and he’s also smart. Oh yeah, and he’s the President of the United States. Seriously, how did I end up here, aboard the Air Force One with the President’s twelve-inch cock buried deep inside my pussy?
Life moves in mysterious ways, I guess. Either that or God really loves me.
Derailing my train of thought, I feel my pussy cramping once more, and my eyes roll in their orbits as a violent orgasm stabs my mind through and through, its cut deep and murderous.
“OH GOD!” I scream at the top of my lungs and, even though my eyes are wide open, I can’t see a thing. My brain is too busy with trying to process the violence of this orgasm, and I guess that secondary functions (such as sight) have shut down temporarily.
“Fuck,” I hear Austin’s voice cutting through that mental haze, and I feel his cock throb inside of me. Knowing that he’s about to cum, I push against his chest with my hands and take my legs from around his waist. Forcing him to put me down on the floor, I know exactly what I need to do.#p#分页标题#e#
Going down to my knees, my lungs working so fast they feel like they’re on fire, I reach for Austin’s cock right away. Grabbing his cock, my fingers curling around his thickness, I start stroking as fast as I can right from the start.
I flick my wrist, my hand moving up and down the length of his shaft, and I feel the first spasms running through his shaft. Soon enough he’s going to unleash an ocean upon my naked body, and you can trust me when I tell you that I’ll love every second of it. I don’t know, there’s just something about having the most perfect man on Earth giving you all of his seed and then showing that he isn’t afraid of it. Sure, it might be a weird thing to say, but I can tell you that few things are more erotic than an handsome man licking his own cum out of your pussy.
“Cum … cum for me,” I whisper at him, looking up so that his gaze meets mine. I don’t know if he was just about to cum, or if my words worked on him, but as soon as I finish speaking a long rope of gooey cum jumps from the tip of his cock and hits me across the face. I don’t have any time to react; as soon as that happens, another strand of cum follows after, and then another and another.
I keep on stroking him as he cums and it seems that, with every stroke of my hand, more and more cum gushes out of his cock. Seriously, he holds so much cum inside of him that it’s almost unbelievable. It’s almost inhuman. But, feel free to call me greedy, I want all of it. And so I keep on stroking him, not stopping until his cock finally stops pulsing against the palm of my hand.
My face is completely covered with semen, so much that I can barely open my eyes. Thick ropes of it are already dripping down my neck and climbing the rising curve of my breasts, going around my nipples and then continuing down to my stomach. My body is a wet mess, and I couldn’t be any gladder that we’re aboard Air Force One, a plane with showers on board.
I think of getting up and crushing my cum-coated lips against Austin’s mouth but, perhaps reading my thoughts, he lowers himself in front of me and goes down to his knees. Reaching for me with both hands, he places them on either side of my face and, holding my head in place, he leans toward me.