Kerry’s body trembled because I rubbed the thick, swollen head of my dick against my entrance, her breath felt painful because she made feel pressure to dissolve her. Her pussy was begging to take my cock, her tension dripped from her thighs, which took place, her folds were swollen and swept away with need.
Every ti my fingers brush her, the wet, vulgar voice fills the hut, the kind of sounds that hit my dick with expectation.
"Aaaaah..... hmm.. Dexter..." Her voice was a breathy, broken moan, her body tensing as the head of my cock pushed against her tight entrance. "It’s so thick....."
I didn’t hurry. Instead, I allowed her to feel, stretch, burn, as her body protested, because her pussy cheated her, her walls wandered on the tip of my dick as if they were trying to pull deeply.
My fingers discovered the smart, swollen lips of her pussy, gathered her tension and spread it around her entrance, and made sure she was soaked, making sure she could take every empty of empty.
I growled low in my throat, the sound rough and dark, vibrating straight through her. My thumb pressed down on her clit, slow and firm, rubbing in tight little circles that made her whimper and arch her back.
"Look at this greedy little cunt," I rasped, my voice thick with hunger. "So swollen. So fucking needy for it." I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as my fingers teased her slick folds. "You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you? Waiting to spread this tight pussy open for —let fill you up like the good little breeder you are."
Her body trembled, her nails dug into my shoulders as if she was trying to anchor herself for . I felt her heart rate; her heart was a hamr against her ribs like a caught bird.
My control was gone - so dark colored, so turned from wild. The words thrown from my lips were raw, dirty, and Kerry had never heard what kind of things before. But she didn’t pull away. She wasn’t there. Instead, his body is shaking , his voice broke in a breathless, needy whisper.
"D-dexter-! Ahn! -I don’t know.. aaaah !"
I didn’t give her ti to think. My hands held her hips, my fingers cut her soft at because I started to take her down on my dick. Every inch was a conflict, her body was also opposed because her voice cheated her - how bad she wanted, how bad she wanted.
"Dexter... aaaah, you’re talking so dirty..." Her voice was a breathy, broken moan, her body trembling as she tried to process the words I was feeding her.
"I feel... so excited... when I hear this..." The admission seed to break sothing inside her, her hips twitching involuntarily as she took deeper, her pussy clenching around the tip of my cock like it was trying to pull in.
I didn’t let her hide from it.
My hand ca down on her ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing through the hut like a gunshot. Her body jerked, her gasp turning into a moan as her pussy clenched around so tightly it was almost painful.
"Yeah... bitch," I growled, my grip tightening on her hips. "I can feel your pussy gripping my cock so fucking tight." Another slap, harder this ti, making her whimper as her body arched into the sensation. "Tell , slut... are you eager for it? Hungry for my cock?"
"Aaahh... hmmm..... Dexter.. don’t hit like that..." Her voice was a mix of protest and pleasure, her body betraying her as she pressed herself down further, her pussy stretching around the tip of my cock. "I feel.... strange..."
I held her hips firmly, not letting her take more than just the tip inside her. "Aunt Kerry... what do you an?" I demanded, my voice low and commanding, my fingers digging into her flesh. "Why does it feel strange? Tell ."
She hesitated, her breath hitching as she tried to find the words. "That... that...."
"If you don’t tell ," I warned, my voice dark with promise, "I won’t let my aunt put my cock inside her pussy."
Her body trembled, her voice barely a whisper. "Aah.. Dexter... you’re too much... can’t I just... It feels... strange... and I feel this thing... that is asking ... to be hit more..."
My face was slowly, predatory smiling. "So should I slap more?" I didn’t wait for an answer. My hand struck again upon her ass, the blow sounding sharp and loud, the girl screaming.
"Aaaah... Dexter..." Her moaning was crude, and her pleadings, and her body bowed on the feeling as her pussy squeezed .
I leaned forward, and touching her ear with my lips, I said, Aunt, there is one more thing I want to ask. My hand crept up along her back and caught hold of her hair, and I yanked her head back a bit so that she was looking up at . "Tell were you jealous... of Mother Ada... taking my cock?"
Kerry’s breath hitched, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "I.. felt.. that you are mine... so why should Sister Ada.. get to squirt like that...." Her voice was barely audible, her confession tumbling out in a rush. "I saw she was really happy when she squirted.. I also want to be like that..."
"That’s my good slut, Aunt Kerry," I murmured, my voice thick with approval. "Now take my cock."
I dropped my hands on her hips and allowed her to lead. She paused a little and then started to take herself down upon , and her pussy was straddling my cock in the most obscene way.
Watching, hypnotized, my cock vanished inch by inch into her, her tightness nearly intolerable. The resistance was drive-making--her pussy so tight as she supposedly strangled , her walls knotting up in discontent and then yielding in a wet, obscene pop.
"AAAAAAH—!!" The scream was crude, and her back arched, and she received to the hilt, the lips of her pussy expanding obscenely around my cock. "It’s—too big—! I can’t—! Nnngh! —It’s splitting —!"
"Good," I hissed, my fingers tightening in her ass until they bruised. Because I will not leave until this pussy understands who its owner is.
I entered and penetrated into her, and my cock lodged further, her shiny black curls rubbing my flesh. "Now ride , Aunt Kerry. Demonstrate to how badly you have wanted this."
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