UnHolyPimpHand
Not LitShark
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- Jul 12, 2010
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Andrew was still riding out the last tremors of his climax, loving the way Sarah’s tight pussy was milking him for the last bits of cum she could coax up from his balls when she apologized and kissed him passionately. He’d heard about girls who cried after sex—it was generally not something that was viewed favorable among his peers, but somehow, Andrew found it oddly arousing—like he’d cracked her psyche with his cock and now she was spilling tears that had nothing to do with him.
“I—used me? You—what?” Andrew was scarcely able to inject, confused but still looking more amused than concerned, “slow down…”
Then, he listened, his softening cock still tucked up inside her as she went into detail about her ex and her first time and how thoroughly ineffective he’d been at pleasing her. When she’d finished, she looked at him with big, vulnerable eyes—seeking a reaction and Andrew couldn’t help but laugh slightly.
“I’m sorry that your ex couldn’t make you cum too. That was very hurtful of him,” Andrew could hardly keep a straight face, his hands opened to caress her bare back reassuringly—lest she feel his laughter was more harsh than he intended it, “but you don’t have to apologize to me. Hell, I’ve got a history too. I like you, Sarah. I like having sex with you and I’d like to continue. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that.”
Sure, it was an opportunity for Andrew to come clean about his own circumstances, but he simply didn’t want to. There was plenty of time to fight with Constance and define the terms of his relationship with Sarah—but in the midst of post-coital tears was not the moment Andrew wanted to discuss his relationship status.
“Now come on, pull yourself together,” Andrew smiled, pulling Sarah back into his arms and back to laying down beside him, “I’ve got to get back to the casino in a few hours. Let’s make the most of this time we have left.”
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“Yes—bitch! Yes! You’re goddamn—right!” Vardan’s voice came out in husky gasps as the air was being driven from his lungs each time his body slammed against Ginger’s rewarding her for her admission with exceptionally rough fucking, “that’s—my—good—bitch! Cum—Now! Cum for me and give yourself to me. You are mine!”
Vardan turned the showerhead and a different setting began hammering against Ginger’s clit even more intensely and even more specifically. When he felt her body beginning to yield and surrender, he bottomed himself out in her and held himself deep. Pushing her up against the wall while the showerhead hissed at having her body forced up against it.
“You are my bitch now. You belong to me. You will do what I say…” Vardan nibbled down her earlobe to her neck slowly, “this has nothing to do with a debt. You are choosing me now—I can feel your body placing me above all others. Say it! Promise yourself to me with your own mouth and say you are my bitch, now and forever while you cum on my big cock.”
Using his hips only, Vardan shoved her into the wall a few times impatiently. She wasn’t far enough from the wall to actually be slammed into it—but her insides were indeed getting slammed.
“Give yourself to me and I’ll give you my cum. I know you want to feel my hot cum inside you.”
“I—used me? You—what?” Andrew was scarcely able to inject, confused but still looking more amused than concerned, “slow down…”
Then, he listened, his softening cock still tucked up inside her as she went into detail about her ex and her first time and how thoroughly ineffective he’d been at pleasing her. When she’d finished, she looked at him with big, vulnerable eyes—seeking a reaction and Andrew couldn’t help but laugh slightly.
“I’m sorry that your ex couldn’t make you cum too. That was very hurtful of him,” Andrew could hardly keep a straight face, his hands opened to caress her bare back reassuringly—lest she feel his laughter was more harsh than he intended it, “but you don’t have to apologize to me. Hell, I’ve got a history too. I like you, Sarah. I like having sex with you and I’d like to continue. It doesn’t need to be more complicated than that.”
Sure, it was an opportunity for Andrew to come clean about his own circumstances, but he simply didn’t want to. There was plenty of time to fight with Constance and define the terms of his relationship with Sarah—but in the midst of post-coital tears was not the moment Andrew wanted to discuss his relationship status.
“Now come on, pull yourself together,” Andrew smiled, pulling Sarah back into his arms and back to laying down beside him, “I’ve got to get back to the casino in a few hours. Let’s make the most of this time we have left.”
*-*-*
“Yes—bitch! Yes! You’re goddamn—right!” Vardan’s voice came out in husky gasps as the air was being driven from his lungs each time his body slammed against Ginger’s rewarding her for her admission with exceptionally rough fucking, “that’s—my—good—bitch! Cum—Now! Cum for me and give yourself to me. You are mine!”
Vardan turned the showerhead and a different setting began hammering against Ginger’s clit even more intensely and even more specifically. When he felt her body beginning to yield and surrender, he bottomed himself out in her and held himself deep. Pushing her up against the wall while the showerhead hissed at having her body forced up against it.
“You are my bitch now. You belong to me. You will do what I say…” Vardan nibbled down her earlobe to her neck slowly, “this has nothing to do with a debt. You are choosing me now—I can feel your body placing me above all others. Say it! Promise yourself to me with your own mouth and say you are my bitch, now and forever while you cum on my big cock.”
Using his hips only, Vardan shoved her into the wall a few times impatiently. She wasn’t far enough from the wall to actually be slammed into it—but her insides were indeed getting slammed.
“Give yourself to me and I’ll give you my cum. I know you want to feel my hot cum inside you.”