Mr. President 1(49)

I grit my teeth as I feel the tip of his cock resting against my wet pussy lips and I let instinct take the steering wheel. Raising my hips slightly, I then lower them so that my pussy swallows the tip of his cock. “You’re so tight… I want to fuck you so bad,” he groans and, with that, he grins at me and thrusts hard. His cock slides inside of me fast and I throw my head back, gritting my teeth hard as I try choke down a scream.

You have no idea how much I want to scream right now. Even my lungs seem to be on fire. I mean, Austin’s twelve-inch cock is enough to make any woman scream. Sure, I’m not the most experienced woman when it comes to having such a huge thing shoved deep inside my pussy, but I don’t believe I’m out of place when saying that this urge to scream is simply too overwhelming.

I keep frozen in place for a long while, my body trying to grow accustomed to Austin’s monstrous thickness. As if that was possible.

Raising my hips once more, a moan escaping my lips, I succumb to the maddening urge to impale myself on his cock and start moving up and down in a coming and going motion, his cock sliding deep inside of me.#p#分页标题#e#

Placing my feet on either side of his thighs, I use them as leverage to start going faster, Austin’s cock completely demolishing my aching pussy. I do it for as long as I can, my limbs growing exhausted with each passing second.

Perhaps feeling that exhaustion taking over me, Austin then decides to take the lead. Resting his hands on my ass cheeks and squeezing them hard, he starts thrusting upward, his rhythm a violent one right from the start. His cock flies in and out of my pussy at such a mind-bending pace that I don’t even know if I’m breathing right now. Hell, I don’t even know if I’m alive – as far as I know I might have died and gone to Heaven.

Somehow, I manage to try and match the rhythm with which he’s trusting, but it’s almost impossible. I rock my body a few times, but that exhaustion takes over my muscles once again. Which isn’t a problem, really – Austin is fully devoted to giving me the fuck of a lifetime, and so he holds the whole rhythm by himself.

This is perfection. This is transcendence.

If I knew this would be the consequence of taking up this assignment, Tracy would have had no problem convincing me. Forget about all the millions. Austin’s cock would be payment enough.

Slapping my ass cheeks over and over again, Austin keeps on pounding me with the fury of a God, driving me to the edge of pleasure. I feel my muscles tensing up and I realize that, more than being over the edge, I’m already diving down pleasure’s abyss.

“I’m gonna--” I start and, sensing that I’m about to let out a mighty scream, Austin cups my mouth with one hand. I scream out against Austin’s hand, the sound coming weak and muffled. My body is on fire right now, and I wouldn’t be surprised if that was literally happening – if I opened my eyes right now and saw flames dancing around both my legs and arms, I’d just assume it was part of fucking a man like Austin. Seriously, pleasure like this doesn’t belong to the realm of common mortals.

“More,” I simply whisper, my voice completely shot.

“The lady asks, the lady gets,” he replies, leaning forward and laying me down on the floor as his cock pops out of my pussy. The moment I feel my back against the floor, I find some strength left inside of me and I use it all to turn myself around. Going on all fours, I jut my ass back against him and wiggle my ass from side to side, inviting him in.

“I love the sight from here,” he whispers as he kneels behind me, slapping me hard with the back of his hand, the sound of it almost too loud. I just hope no one hears it and decides to investigate.

Jutting my ass further back, I grit my teeth as I feel the tip of his cock once more pressed against my pussy. Slapping my ass once more for good measure, he then thrusts fast and drives his cock deep into me.

He doesn’t build a rhythm this time – no, this time his rhythm starts at full force, the rage of lust making him fuck me like a man possessed. Thrusting like a man consumed by madness, he slams his cock so hard into my pussy that I have no idea if I’ll ever be able to walk again. Not that I’m complaining – oh, no, far from it. As far as I’m concerned, Austin can fuck me as hard as he wants to. And that’s exactly what I tell him.

“Harder!” I whisper, desire turning into sound as the words leave my mouth. “Harder, please!” I’m asking him to go harder but, between you and me, I have no idea if I can actually survive it. All I know is that I want it to happen. I want to come so hard that I might pass out and be unconscious for a whole year.