stretched me. It did hurt so good . I had to gasp out, “Slow. Real slow...pleeease.” And as he slipped the slightest bit farther, “Ah.”
As I was talking, he was easing into me. Deeper. Deeper. Until he was all in. I started shuddering, because the pressure was tremendous. Don’t get me wrong. I liked it. I liked it a lot. But I was doing nothing but clinging and gasping, letting him swallow my moans with more kisses.
The shudders set him off, though. That, and my tightness, I guess. Because he came into me hard--a few slamming pumps and we were skyrocketing. Both of us hit the climax in groans of agony.
Agony. Ecstasy . It was all tightly wound up together.
And when it was done, we collapsed, afraid to move. Unable to move.
All in all? I saw stars. I thought I’d shot the fucking moon. I knew in one instant that I’d been hooked, that I’d be no good for anything but that ever again. So? Yeah. You could say, without a doubt, I fell in love with the man right away. I was so head over tail in love with him that I went dreamy.
When I did start moving, it was languorously stretching, with some “mm’s” and a “That was--”
Before I could say ‘fantastic’, he said gruffly, “A fucking mistake.” And then he pulled his big paws off of me and his big stumpy manhood from between my legs. Just yanked it right out of there.
I panicked. “No. No,” reached down between us, to hold it there, to put it back.
But he pushed my hands away, squeezed the juice from his shaft--onto me, believe it or not. It landed between my fur and my belly button, plenty of it, too, considering he’d come inside me already. Guess the big cock just held more juice than I was used to. Then he did his pants up, reached down, pulled the top of my pants--jerking me around a bit in his pushy-ness. Leaving me to zip them myself.
“Sit up,” he commanded, but he didn’t wait for me to do it on my own. Like he couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t keep his big paws off of me.
He dragged me around the confined space like I was a rag doll, put me in the corner, and said, “For Gaia’s sake, get your pants closed.”
Struggling a little with his control. Yeah.
At first, I thought he was somehow disgusted with me. Or himself? I could tell he wanted out all of a sudden. For not going anywhere or doing much, he sure acted claustrophobic. Cat-a-phobic? Ailurophobic.
The space and his big, hulking legs made it awkward to do up my pants. I arched off the seat. Trying to do what he’d asked me to do, right?
“Ack! You came all over me.” I wasn’t grossed out.
But that really set him off. With a growl, and a “Fuck,” and an added groan, he pounced me again. I’m telling you, there was not enough room in the back seat of that limo for all that.
I don’t know how he managed to roll and get down on his knees between my legs, but he had his nose buried, licking my belly before I could say ‘shit’, which I said as he soon as he made his move.
He got an iron grip on my hips, pressed his nose into me and I couldn’t have gone anywhere to save my life.
But you know a cat likes a good licking. It took me all of about two seconds to beg, “Get them off!” And I was pushing at my pants again. He was peeling them, growling from his chest. But he never lifted his mouth.
Yeah. I was arching up, my head in the back window, on the back dash.
The pants ripped apart. Oh. Make no mistake, as fast as I was pushing them down, he grabbed each side of the zipper and yanked. I felt them split all the way up the back seam, that’s how hard he pulled.
And his tongue went inside of me not a heartbeat later.
The dog knew his stuff. I mean, I have never had a man do me with his tongue like that before. He could not reach up in there deep enough to stop my
As I was talking, he was easing into me. Deeper. Deeper. Until he was all in. I started shuddering, because the pressure was tremendous. Don’t get me wrong. I liked it. I liked it a lot. But I was doing nothing but clinging and gasping, letting him swallow my moans with more kisses.
The shudders set him off, though. That, and my tightness, I guess. Because he came into me hard--a few slamming pumps and we were skyrocketing. Both of us hit the climax in groans of agony.
Agony. Ecstasy . It was all tightly wound up together.
And when it was done, we collapsed, afraid to move. Unable to move.
All in all? I saw stars. I thought I’d shot the fucking moon. I knew in one instant that I’d been hooked, that I’d be no good for anything but that ever again. So? Yeah. You could say, without a doubt, I fell in love with the man right away. I was so head over tail in love with him that I went dreamy.
When I did start moving, it was languorously stretching, with some “mm’s” and a “That was--”
Before I could say ‘fantastic’, he said gruffly, “A fucking mistake.” And then he pulled his big paws off of me and his big stumpy manhood from between my legs. Just yanked it right out of there.
I panicked. “No. No,” reached down between us, to hold it there, to put it back.
But he pushed my hands away, squeezed the juice from his shaft--onto me, believe it or not. It landed between my fur and my belly button, plenty of it, too, considering he’d come inside me already. Guess the big cock just held more juice than I was used to. Then he did his pants up, reached down, pulled the top of my pants--jerking me around a bit in his pushy-ness. Leaving me to zip them myself.
“Sit up,” he commanded, but he didn’t wait for me to do it on my own. Like he couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t keep his big paws off of me.
He dragged me around the confined space like I was a rag doll, put me in the corner, and said, “For Gaia’s sake, get your pants closed.”
Struggling a little with his control. Yeah.
At first, I thought he was somehow disgusted with me. Or himself? I could tell he wanted out all of a sudden. For not going anywhere or doing much, he sure acted claustrophobic. Cat-a-phobic? Ailurophobic.
The space and his big, hulking legs made it awkward to do up my pants. I arched off the seat. Trying to do what he’d asked me to do, right?
“Ack! You came all over me.” I wasn’t grossed out.
But that really set him off. With a growl, and a “Fuck,” and an added groan, he pounced me again. I’m telling you, there was not enough room in the back seat of that limo for all that.
I don’t know how he managed to roll and get down on his knees between my legs, but he had his nose buried, licking my belly before I could say ‘shit’, which I said as he soon as he made his move.
He got an iron grip on my hips, pressed his nose into me and I couldn’t have gone anywhere to save my life.
But you know a cat likes a good licking. It took me all of about two seconds to beg, “Get them off!” And I was pushing at my pants again. He was peeling them, growling from his chest. But he never lifted his mouth.
Yeah. I was arching up, my head in the back window, on the back dash.
The pants ripped apart. Oh. Make no mistake, as fast as I was pushing them down, he grabbed each side of the zipper and yanked. I felt them split all the way up the back seam, that’s how hard he pulled.
And his tongue went inside of me not a heartbeat later.
The dog knew his stuff. I mean, I have never had a man do me with his tongue like that before. He could not reach up in there deep enough to stop my
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