Mr. President 2(207)
As I grind against his face, he moves his hands back to my ass cheeks and, using his index finger, he places it over my asshole. Pressing softly at first, he slides it inside of my ass again, moving it back and forth at a merciless pace until I have no other choice but to come against his mouth.
My body tenses up and relaxes, the orgasm washing over me with an ebb and flow. The tides of pleasure are lulling my mind, the high waves of this ocean of ecstasy lapping at my body and spending the few reserves of energy I still have inside of me. But I still want more… And I want one last showdown before making him fuck me for the last time. I lift my legs and turn around and, now with my ass turned to him, I go on all fours on top of his body; I reach for his cock and, grabbing it, I point it straight at my mouth and lower my head.
At the same time, he hooks his fingers on my hips and forces me to ease my pussy down on his face. The moment I feel my wetness against his lips, I start to sway my body at a frantic pace, bobbing my head at the same rhythm.
We go like this for God knows how long, the whole concept of time becoming completely meaningless. With his mouth on my pussy, and my mouth on his cock, I can’t really focus on anything else. And, as he licks my clit with renewed ferocity, I feel my brain on the verge of shutting down. Still, I manage to remain unconscious, only to have another orgasm explode inside of me, the shock waves of it rushing through my muscles and forcing me to take his cock out of my mouth.
Coming up for air, I scream as loud as I can, certain that the driver can hear us. I’m pretty sure that the limo has soundproof dividers, but there’s no way in hell that a scream as loud as my own would go by unheard. As far as I know, even the passersby in the street can hear us—not that it bothers me, anyway. In fact, all I want is for everyone to know that Mason is my man, and that I’m his woman… I want everyone to know that I have the perfect man with the perfect cock, and that he knows how to fuck me like no other man could ever do.
Yeah, I’m gloating, but so what? I think I’ve earned the right to do it. And if you feel jealous of me… Well, I get it, I really do. But that doesn’t mean that I’m willing to share Mason; oh, no, keep your hands where I can see them. Sorry, I know I’m being possessive… But that won’t change anytime soon.
Breathing so hard that I’m dizzy, I climb off of Mason’s body and, without waiting to see what he wants me to do, I go on all fours on the seat. He gets up in a heartbeat, kneeling behind me, and smacks my ass harshly with the palm of his hand. He does it again and again, and only stops when the pain becomes so deliciously unbearable that I’m moaning in ecstasy and thrusting back at him.#p#分页标题#e#
I have my head down, my hair cascading down my shoulders, and so I can’t see him, but I can imagine the wicked grin he has on his face as he presses his glans against my pussy. With one simple thrust, he’s in me again, stretching me as wide as only he can do. I moan and scream, the sound of it blending into something almost inhuman. My voice caresses my eardrums and then claws at it, all while a firestorm rages inside of me, threatening to consume everything that I am.
Maybe I’ll die of pleasure now; maybe my final orgasm will be so intense that I’ll stop breathing, my heart will stop beating, and then my brain will shut down. My soul will float away into the afterlife and, if all this happens, I’m sure that I’m going with a grin on my face. I mean, to go out with Mason’s thick cock ravaging me wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, would it? That’s right.
When I finally come, there’s no screaming or moaning; I place my head against the leather seat and just hiss like a rattlesnake, my throat too ruined to carry on. I almost think that Mason’s done, but when he pulls his cock out of my pussy he runs it along my crack and presses it against my hole. Oh, sweet God… I think I’m really going to OD on pleasure.
“Do it… Do it… Fuck my ass,” I beg him, and he starts to push his cock inside of my hole. It moves in at a slow pace, but it goes steadily all the same. Even though my throat has given up on me, I force myself to scream one more time, the pressure of Mason’s cock on my insides too good for me to remain in silence. “Hard… Fuck me hard,” I continue, and he doesn’t need any further instructions; he starts to thrust as if his life depends on it, ravaging my ass like he never has before.
Remember when I told you that I probably wouldn’t be able to sit straight for days? Yeah, let’s make that weeks. But, once again, the price is worth the admission. Oh, if you could only feel what I’m feeling right now… Every woman on Earth should be fucked like I’m being fucked right now, even if only once in their lives. I can’t imagine living all of my life without experiencing an orgasm so fierce it makes you pass out.