Written by Mustapha Abdullahi
Part 3
His erection was back again and without wasting any time he pushed his hard dick inside her and started ramming slowly and carefully so as not to inflict any pain. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trapping him inside her momentarily. He groaned out loud and she moaned in unison, creating a sexual duet.
He thrust deeper into her, feeling the silky contoured moist walls of her pussy as she contracted her pelvis, tightening her pussy around the tense heat of his raging dick.
He was the matador and she was the bull, she was the matador and he was the bull. She raged and he raged, she waved the red cloak and he did same. They were Yin and Yang, tied together in a sexual epitaph.
He pulled out of her when she said she wanted to try another position. She turned around and bent over, placing her hands on the couch. The view was inviting, her plump buttocks seemed larger than the rest of her body as she raised them up towards him, spreading her legs to create a tempting rear view of her pussy which called out in silence for his penetration. He slid himself into her and felt the cool flesh of her butt cheeks kiss his groin. He pushed just the tip of his thick penis in, tempting her to cry out for more as the stimulation grew fiercer. He changed the tempo and started banging in like Grund – the wolf’s head that broke through the gates of Minas Tirith. Her buttocks clapped against his groin with every stroke he thrust in and her moans had become incessant.
Ahn! Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!!!
His hands went around her waist to hold her and give her more support while his hand snaked down her pubis, with his fingers feeling the little stubbles of hair and searching for her clitoris as they reached the moist apex of her vagina.
She let go of the chair with one arm and sensually caressed her boobs while maintaining support with her free arm.
Her lower lip was clenched under her teeth, and her body jerked forward and back every time he withdrew and thrust.
She felt her whole skin radiating with energy and joy with every stroke of his giant cock. She was no longer a virgin.
After an hour of foreplay-to-sex and back around the circle, they lay on the bare floor, kissing and cuddling, not saying anything, but letting the moment speak for itself. The sweat was beginning to dry off their skin but the smell of mad sex still hung in the air. It was not worth all the time they had spent apart, but the iceberg was still very intact and there was a lot more to explore.
“I love you baby,” she whispered. He whispered his reply back under his kiss and she was happy she finally had her man back home with her. He could feel his heart pacing with adrenaline as his mind raced back through all they had done in the past hour and how she felt under him, on top of him, and now, lying beside him.
He pulled her closer and kissed her sensually, letting his kiss do all the talking he wanted to. Slowly, like a baby, she fell asleep, naked in his arms, with her leg wound around his waist like a jungle epiphyte.
He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes too.
THE END
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