DONICO
We didn’t stop. Couldn’t have if we tried.
I sat up slowly, every muscle in my thighs and back screaming, and pulled her with until she was straddling my lap, my cock still buried deep inside her soaked, pulsing cunt.
She wrapped her arms around my neck imdiately, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard and erratic against my lips like she was trying to steal the air straight from my lungs.
I gripped her ass with both hands—hard, possessive—and lifted her just enough to feel her slide up my length. Then I let her sink back down, slow and deliberate, inch by thick inch. She gasped sharp, head falling back, throat exposed, tits thrust forward right in my face.
I didn’t hesitate. I closed my mouth around one breast and sucked her nipple in hard, biting gently at first, then harder when she started moving on her own.
She rolled her hips slow and filthy at first, grinding down in tight circles, taking as deep as her body would allow. Her pussy was so full of us—wet, ssy, overflowing—that every ti she lifted and dropped it made obscene, slick squelching sounds that filled the room.
I pulled off her nipple with a wet pop and looked down, srized, watching my cock disappear inside her over and over, coated thick and white with everything we’d done.
"Fuck, look at you," I groaned against her damp skin. "Swallowing whole. You’re dripping down my balls, Reina. Feel that?"
She whimpered, hips stuttering. "Yes... it’s ssy... so ssy because of you."
"Because I’ve been pumping you full all night," I rasped, thrusting up once, sharp. "You like being this filthy for ?"
She nodded frantically, speeding up, bouncing harder now, tits jiggling wildly in my face. I slapped one—hard, the crack loud—and watched it redden and bounce. Then the other, just as sharp. She moaned louder, voice cracking, riding faster, hair cascading down her sweat-slick back.
"That’s it," I growled, gripping her hips and slamming up to et her, driving into her with brutal force that made her whole body jolt. "Ride like you need it. Like you’ll die if you don’t get every inch."
The angle had hitting her g-spot dead-on with every upward snap. She scread raw, nails raking fresh, burning lines down my chest, drawing thin beads of blood that stung in the best way.
"Donico! Aargh! Fffuck... right there, don’t move, don’t..."
I sucked her nipple again, teeth grazing the hard peak, tongue flicking fast and relentless.
"I’m not going anywhere," I muttered against her skin. "This cock lives here now. You feel how hard you make ? Even after everything?"
She ca suddenly—pussy locking down viciously around , body shaking violently in my arms as she sobbed my na into my shoulder.
I held her through every brutal tremor, thrusting up slow and deep, dragging it out until she went completely limp against my chest, panting so hard I thought her heart might burst out of her chest.
"Still with ?" I whispered, kissing the side of her neck.
"Barely," she breathed, voice hoarse. Panting heavily.
"Good."
When her breathing evened out—just barely—I lifted her off carefully. She whimpered at the loss, pussy clenching around nothing. I didn’t give her ti to recover. I turned her around and bent her over the arm of the couch. Her chest pressed deep into the cushion, ass up high, back arched in that perfect, filthy curve that made my mouth water.
I spread her pussy lips wide and just stared—watching thick streams of my cum leak slowly out of her swollen, abused hole, dripping in ssy rivulets down her inner thighs. The sight alone nearly made co untouched.
"Jesus Christ," I muttered. "Look at this pretty little ss. All mine."
I pushed two fingers inside her without warning, scooped out a thick load, and spread it deliberately over her tight asshole, circling the ring slow and firm, pressing just the tip of one finger in to the first knuckle.
Fuck! I’m really going to fuck this second hole one day.
She jolted hard, as if she could hear my thoughts, she moaned low and broken. "Donico..."
"Not tonight," I murmured, leaning over her, lips brushing her ear. "But soon. I’m going to take this too. Going to fuck this tight little hole until you’re crying my na again. You want that?"
She shivered violently, pushed back against my finger. "Yes... God, yes."
I pulled my fingers away, lined my cock up with her pussy, and pushed back inside slowly—inch by torturous inch—savoring the way she stretched and fluttered around like she was made for this.
Once I was fully seated, I started fucking her hard and without rcy—one hand sliding around to wrap loosely around her throat from behind, fingers pressing just enough to feel her pulse racing under my palm, the other rubbing her clit fast and rough in tight, relentless circles.
"Tell how it feels," I demanded, voice dark. Too shaless and greedy for her. "Tell how full you are."
"So full," she sobbed into the cushion, pushing back desperately. "You’re everywhere—inside , on —fuck, I can feel you in my stomach."
"That’s right," I growled, snapping my hips harder. "I want you to feel tomorrow when you walk. When you sit. When you think about anything but this."
Her walls fluttered wildly again, building fast. "I’m—Donico, I’m gonna co again—"
"Then do it," I snarled against her ear. "Co all over . Show how much this pussy loves being wrecked."
She did—harder than before—pussy spasming violently, body jerking forward with the force of it, voice shattering completely on my na. I didn’t stop—fucked her straight through it, relentless, until she was begging incoherently, oversensitive and shaking, thighs slick and trembling.
Only then did I pull out, turn her around roughly, and push her down to her knees on the rug. She looked up at with wrecked, watery eyes, lips parted and swollen, cheeks streaked with tears and sweat.
I stroked my cock once—slow, deliberate—watching her watch . "Open up," I said.
She did instantly, mouth falling open, tongue out.
I fed it to her slowly, letting her taste everything—herself, , us. She sucked eagerly, desperately—hollowing her cheeks, taking deep until she gagged softly, tears spilling over.
I gathered her hair in a loose fist and fucked her mouth slow and deep, watching her struggle so beautifully to take all of .
"That’s my girl," I praised roughly, voice thick with need. "Choking on like you were made for it. You love this, don’t you? Love tasting how many tis I’ve filled you?"
She moaned around , the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in, urging deeper.
I pulled out just before I lost it, hauled her up by the arms, and laid her flat on the rug beneath .
As much as I loved what she was doing with her mouth, I wanted back inside her warm pussy.
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