52 Lemony Filler (1/2)

It has been a while.

When was the last time I get to enjoy the blissful sins of the flesh?

Must have been years – relatively speaking of course. Only like two months have actually passed.

With handfuls of her bountiful ass, I help Sandra bounces on my steel rod, impaling herself and letting me bottoming out inside her again and again.

It feels quite pleasant as her tightness and wetness stroke along the length of my meat, from base to tip, in an attempt to milk me.

And she is succeeding.

My balls are contracting, requesting for a blissful release after such a long, long time.

Perhaps I should have sex more often to prevent such a quick release like this.

There are countless of beautiful woman all around me, yet I am too oblivious to the fact. I do see them as assets and tools instead of people after all.

”Oh... ah... ah...”

Sandra gasps, enjoying the pleasurable sensation once the pains finally go away.

She didn't know why, but it feels just like the first time she has had sex. She was so inexperienced and scared back then.

Now, things have changed. She is more experienced – a lot more.

Her hands have found themselves onto my shoulders for much needed support. She lifts off and then slams back down, meeting my hips in an almost graceful manner.

My cock is forcefully sheathed inside of her, extracting a satisfying groan from my throat.

Her lower muscles tense, squeezing my hardened cock for just a fraction of second, bringing me almost to the climax.

However, she did not let me climax.

Instead, her muscles relaxes just before the flood gate opens.

Sandra lifts off again and repeat the motion, expertly.

”Oh God, Sandra. Where have you been all my life?”

I grunts as my eyes is lost inside hers.

My hips buckles hypnotically, reciprocating her bouncing motion like a lost puppy.

She is currently dominating me, and I am allowing her.

In this very moment, I am but a slave to her whims.

I didn't mind, actually.

In bed, anything goes.

Her hands soon wrap around my neck, pulling me into her soft – very soft – embrace while she grinds against me, letting me cock kisses every inches of her inside, maddeningly.

”Max. Suck me.”

Sandra commands.

I obey, sucking her tits, taking her erected nipple into my mouth and nibbling on it. My action causes her to arch her head back, moaning.

One of her hands ruffle my hair and press my face against her bosoms, forcing me to do my job.

I did not protest one bit.

Our hips are glued for minutes on end, humping away.

Before my pulsating cock could erupt like an active volcano, filling her inside with my hot steamy cum, Sandra breaks away, freeing me and letting me breathe.

Sandra then resumes bouncing, ever so slowly as if she is teasing me.

She is fucking teasing me!

Despite her virgin body, Sandra is very good at what she does, bringing me to the edge of climax with very little effort.

And it didn't take long for me to grab her waist tightly and hammer home, repeatedly.

Sandra is like a ragdoll, bouncing on my stiffening cock as I try to reach that explosive climax.

I really need to release.

Her juices coat my length, allowing for a smooth entries and retreats.

”Max... slow down. Ugh...oh... ah... Max... ah... ahhh...!”

Despite her pleading, my energetic thrusts continue to earn gasps and moans.

Before long, Sandra is on her back with her legs spread wide.

My cock pounds her wet cunt from above with reckless abandonment.

Her legs soon wraps around my waist, urging me to go faster and deeper.

I comply with her request, jackhammering away violently, bringing her and myself to orgasm.

The only sounds in the room are our skins slapping against each other alongside with our moaning and grunting.