There is something that happens when you bottom out in a woman that is akin to a high-five you share with yourself.
Driving your cock deep into her, colliding with her cervix and then pushing it back because momentum dictates it, crushing her nerve endings all just in time to pull back, then push right into her one more time.
Power is being driven from your pelvis so you are assured this is going to hit her with all you got and there is little you can do once you make contact to stop moving further into her.
Until you bottom out.
Now the average cervix sits 4 inches back from the labia, so just lean back Kitten because I know that of all the devious dirty little things I can summon, this is the one that feels best for you.
A nice hard cock deep inside your pussy, all the way to the back, and you just cannot fucking handle it when I pound you over and over, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, faster and faster.
I am doing my best to keep my breathing under control so I can maintain this passion without letting up but it is just a matter of time before I have to give.
When I give. That moment you dread but need at the same time. I am composed enough to know better, that this moment damn well better come after and not before your orgasm, so I bring it no matter what the cost to my now burning lungs and racing heart.
I’d rather pass out than let you down.
Keeping myself going just long enough to fill your pussy up with my venom and collapsing across your beautiful body.
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