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Silly Ole Bear
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- Jul 24, 2000
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Nick grabbed onto her tightly. His grip was like steel, fingers digging into her flesh. She was getting so slippery, it was harder for him to concentrate.
He needed to finish.
Faintly, he could hear her screaming. His name? He wasn't sure, it wasn't that he couldn't hear her, but he was blaocking her voice out. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart, and the pounding of his chest.
A low buzzing sound was somewhere in the back of his mind as well. It was the upcoming orgasm. He let it cover him completely. Masterbation was never like this.
He pounded into her harder, grunting each time he did. Some part of his mind thought of this as comical, but that part was gone. All that was left was his urge.
One that was about to be satisfied.
He stopped, deep inside her. His cock was on fire, deep inside her. He could feel her cunt tightening in on him. He had felt it for some time, it had definitely helped his own orgasm.
He exploded inside of her, black spots came over his eyes. White hot cum began to fill her, his cock rubbing back and forth incoluntarily. He moved his hips to the rhythm, cumming inside of her with a lethal force.
At once, his body was on top of hers. He just couldn't hold himself up anymore. He felt exhaustion come upon him suddenly, it was like it had been held off until his cock was satisfied.
Oh, and it was satisfied. He felt it throbbing inside her, happy in it's little home.
Smiling, he was happy too.
He had fucked her brains out, fucked their brains out.
Until this night he had no clue what that really meant. Shit, he couldn't even move. His was breathing rapidly on her chest. Just breathing was a chore for him. He had to concentrate, in, then out.
Something in the back of his mind came to him, his rational brain was returning, slowly.
He was no longer a virgin.
He needed to finish.
Faintly, he could hear her screaming. His name? He wasn't sure, it wasn't that he couldn't hear her, but he was blaocking her voice out. All he could hear was the pounding of his heart, and the pounding of his chest.
A low buzzing sound was somewhere in the back of his mind as well. It was the upcoming orgasm. He let it cover him completely. Masterbation was never like this.
He pounded into her harder, grunting each time he did. Some part of his mind thought of this as comical, but that part was gone. All that was left was his urge.
One that was about to be satisfied.
He stopped, deep inside her. His cock was on fire, deep inside her. He could feel her cunt tightening in on him. He had felt it for some time, it had definitely helped his own orgasm.
He exploded inside of her, black spots came over his eyes. White hot cum began to fill her, his cock rubbing back and forth incoluntarily. He moved his hips to the rhythm, cumming inside of her with a lethal force.
At once, his body was on top of hers. He just couldn't hold himself up anymore. He felt exhaustion come upon him suddenly, it was like it had been held off until his cock was satisfied.
Oh, and it was satisfied. He felt it throbbing inside her, happy in it's little home.
Smiling, he was happy too.
He had fucked her brains out, fucked their brains out.
Until this night he had no clue what that really meant. Shit, he couldn't even move. His was breathing rapidly on her chest. Just breathing was a chore for him. He had to concentrate, in, then out.
Something in the back of his mind came to him, his rational brain was returning, slowly.
He was no longer a virgin.