PhunkyPhuck
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The sensation was like gravity; completely inescapable. He slammed his tongue sensually in and out of her mouth. He could hear Ella’s satisfaction of the moment. It was a little, delightful cry into his mouth which he hushed with another passionate kiss and sucked in her lower lip, before her cry could become any louder. He rolled over on the bed so she could be on top in order to allow him to stroke her smooth, pale arse cheeks. He cupped her arse-cheeks at first, his fingerprints imprinted on the surface as they dug in, leaving a fusion of redness which quickly faded. He then administered a combination of a swift slap to the centre of her left ass-cheek which prompted it to redden and then followed it with a series of swift strokes with the palms of his hands which made the redness fade away.
It was a perfect moment in a never-ending fantasy for Simon, a true symbol of him showing his dominance over a white woman who he had deemed was one of power. He knew his family wouldn’t approve and the thrill of cheating with the closest friend he had mate at university so far only added fire to the fuel. Of course, these factors weren’t at the forefront of his mind but they were there subconsciously and are what made him treasure the moment. At the forefront of her mind, was truly fucking Ella and handing her ass to her, so that she wouldn’t forget him, so that she would come back for more.
He rolled her over once again, planting a vigorous kiss on her lips but not with as much force as the first kiss now they had established a rhythm, His kissing became softy as his lips danced down to her neck which he stroked with his fingertip and followed it up with a series of faint kisses which were smothered all over her neck. As he worked on her neck, his hands pressed against her pert, well-formed breasts which he gave greeted with a subtle squeeze and a seductive, longing look into her ocean-like eyes. “You’re all mine, tonight,” he whispered, his fingertip circling one of her erect nipple.
It was a perfect moment in a never-ending fantasy for Simon, a true symbol of him showing his dominance over a white woman who he had deemed was one of power. He knew his family wouldn’t approve and the thrill of cheating with the closest friend he had mate at university so far only added fire to the fuel. Of course, these factors weren’t at the forefront of his mind but they were there subconsciously and are what made him treasure the moment. At the forefront of her mind, was truly fucking Ella and handing her ass to her, so that she wouldn’t forget him, so that she would come back for more.
He rolled her over once again, planting a vigorous kiss on her lips but not with as much force as the first kiss now they had established a rhythm, His kissing became softy as his lips danced down to her neck which he stroked with his fingertip and followed it up with a series of faint kisses which were smothered all over her neck. As he worked on her neck, his hands pressed against her pert, well-formed breasts which he gave greeted with a subtle squeeze and a seductive, longing look into her ocean-like eyes. “You’re all mine, tonight,” he whispered, his fingertip circling one of her erect nipple.