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Written by Cheltenham
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First his hands fumbled at removing his socks, trying to maintain a steady balance and almost taking a fall. The buttons of the shirt he had on took forever as Erin's hands began to stroke her already slick cunny lips reveling in the slow burn of her craving for orgasmic release. He added those clothes to the pile on the chair placing his on the arm rest. Her eyes went wide seeing the first view of his instrument. The way it appeared meant a snug fit but she didn't care. Way too much time had passed since the last romantic encounter she could recall, and for her overactive libido that was too much of an amount of time to wait. Paul threw the jeans over the back of the chair standing proudly as his cock swayed side to side. He grew nearer to the bed and got beneath the sheets with her, the first contact of her soft skin was enough to put his mind at ease. Erin touched the tip of his thick meat running her hands up and down the shaft slowly; knowing that his groans were a sign she was succeeding in pleasuring him. "How's this Paul?", she teased working her firm grip a little faster and focusing her strokes around the middle of the length and upwards toward the head.

She paused knowing his load would burst out at a moments notice. His breathing had grown erratic and became labored which signaled her to offer her body to his huge prick. Paul turned onto his side aligning their hips and putting the majority of his weight onto both elbows, the neat formation of her labia giving his mind over to its deepest desires. Erin whimpered gasping hard as he shoved in all at once. Her ankles loosely clung to the sides of him feeling the odd sensation of his balls nestled against her asshole. "Fuck me!", she cried weakly jerking her ass all around under him. He started to do just that cramming himself snugly into her and letting the furthest depths hide the head of his cock, banging beside her cervix in a struggle to keep her labia at the root of his tool. The gentle slapping of his sac on her asshole between her parted cheeks drove her wild. It stimulated her physically as well as emotionally building her frenzied preorgasmic tension. His body drove the long penetrating object in deep cautious movements in an attempt to sense the moment happening minutes ahead of his impregnating release.

Erin sobbed knowing the intolerable increase of cunny sensitivity was her signal that her threshold had been surpassed. Squirt after squirt of feminine juice creamed along his shaft triggering a physical surrender in Paul. He didn't want to pull out but knew it was the right thing to do. Finding himself trapped by her strong legs he grunted spewing out a bunch of sticky goo within her knowing she was going to be pregnant. Her hands grabbed hold of his ass slipping between the cheeks carefully. "Oh god!" Paul said audibly feeling her ministrations working steadily as he laid atop her playing their tongues against the other. His hands cradled Erin's breasts fondling the hardened nipples with a fingertip separately. The quivering of her cunny awakened Paul's cock again feeling it jump around a little and swell. "Mmmmm!", was all she managed to blurt out over and over. The grasping of her slit coupled with the way her finger diddled on its own accord drove her new lover to wits end. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" he announced breathlessly, shooting a hot batch of cream inside her waiting loins feeling emptied completely.

He withdrew and moved lower hiding his head between her parted thighs. Erin sighed watching the sensual way his tongue orchestrated her opening. Two fingers danced around the lips prying them apart in time to see a glob of white trail down. She delighted in his eagerness to lap up the remnants of their mutual release, her slick cunt remaining that way considering the constant dragging of his mouth and tongue along the perimeter of her cunny. A series of sucks and kisses surrounded the thin skin around her most prized cavern, Paul hungrily devouring everything that left her folds seeing if she ever got dry from all of the oral attention. His fingers thrusted rhythmically in and out of her slit focusing at the top near that protruding love nubbin as he sopped up the new amount of liquor she produced. "I need your cock again, please!" Erin begged desperately leaving herself limp and fully compliant for whatever he wanted to do. Paul didn't think his cock could stiffen itself after two back to back releases but somehow it managed to become engorged. She turned over onto her knees and laid her head atop the pillow. He knelt behind her hips rubbing both palms over the globes of her rear and prying apart the cheeks pressing the head of his meat inside of the hole. A noticeable struggle of her tightened backdoor to accommodate the size of his tool inching continuously within.