Dalia moaned as he slipped his cock between her breasts. He pumped his hips slowly at first, savouring the friction created as her slippery, slick mounds rubbed his erection. She couldn’t look away, his powerful hands grasping her firm bosoms, kneading them like dough as the precum dribbling from his head left a thin trail on her glistening skin.
He pinched her swollen pink tips and pulled them upward causing her to whine in pleasure, the sensitive buds were still tender and raw from his earlier rough handling, and a soft, delicate hiss left her lips every time he would squeeze those delicate nubs and twist them around playfully between his finger and his thumb.
The pain mixed with the intense pleasure shooting up her spine and filling every pore of her body was almost blinding. She whimpered and moaned at his treatment, a sheen layer of sweat appearing on her brow.
"Do you like this, Dalia?" John said as he gripped her head, his fingers digging into her skull.
"L-like what?" Dalia stammered, her senses numb with the ecstasy surging through her trembling frame.
"What else? My cock sliding up and down your slutty breasts."
"No! Y-you’re too big..." Dalia whined as her body trembled violently with pleasure. She wasn’t lying and yet somehow her words were like fuel to the flames of John’s sadistic desires.
His cock twitched and pulsated as his strong hands slid down to grab her shoulders and bring her tits closer, pressing his fat cockhead right between her moist, trembling orbs and mashed her bosom against it as he rocked his hips and picked up his pace.
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The sound of her wet breasts smacking his throbbing pole was so perverse, it was almost too much for the inexperienced Dalia to handle. She bit her plump lower lip hard, almost hard enough to draw blood while her fair round tits were being repeatedly spanked by John’s raging cock. Her body shook and her eyes watered from the mind-blowing pleasure that enveloped her voluptuous frame, her belly squirmed and trembled as a violent wave of pleasure coursed up her spine.
A sly smirk crossed John’s face as he stood up, his raging erection mere inches away from Dalia’s plump lips. Her breathing was ragged, and a sheen layer of sweat dripped down her forehead.
He reached behind her, his powerful hands grabbed her long luscious blonde hair and shoved his cock roughly down her throat, "now suck it, as hard as you can."
Tears sprung into the young woman’s beautiful ocean blue eyes, the force in his grip forcing his meaty length down her tight gullet, stretching her delicate throat and causing her to gag and splutter as he bobbed her head up and down, his shaft glistening and covered in her sticky saliva and juices as the sound of gagging echoed throughout the room.
"Choke on it," John said as he used her hair to control her movement, bobbing her up and down.
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Sensing her submission, he kept a tight grip on her long golden mane and slowly withdrew his slick shaft, letting the head rest upon her lower lip. He looked into her cloudy eyes and smiled wickedly, "lick it."
John placed his hands behind her head and tilted his head back. He allowed the pleasure to engulf his body as Dalia obediently dragged the tip of her hot, wet tongue along the veiny underside of his shaft, and traced her way up to his sensitive tip.
He glanced down at her and spoke, "stand up, Dalia."
Dalia trembled at the low timbre of his voice and obeyed hastily.
"Good girl," he said as he stroked her cheek, her lips pouted cutely and were still wet with her own juices.
With the gentle flick of a button, Dalia’s black skirt fell to the floor and pooled at her feet. Her soft breasts were still flushed and glistened in the moonlight. As the black silk garment hit the floor, an embarrassed whine slipped through the young woman’s mouth.
John spun her around and lowered his arm, allowing her to shimmy out of the garment while maintaining her posture.
"Legs apart, darling. Nice and wide," John murmured. His eyes narrowed on her pink panty-clad ass, his voice trailing off as Dalia spread her legs and arched her lower back to accentuate her backside, knowing he was enjoying the show.
John slid his shaft in the seam of her ass and savoured the slick friction before releasing a shaky breath. "I bet you are dripping for me already."
"Ngh... John-" a gasp escaped from her mouth when his hands quickly tugged on the hem of her panties and shoved them aside to slide his shaft across the length of her cleft. He snaked his arms around her and grabbed both her breasts and teased her nipples as he breathed heavily against her ear, his hot breath tickling her senses. "What would people say if they see us now?" He asked her.
John ran his free hand across the delicate silk, watching the thin fabric bulge out where his length jutted out. His erection twitched and the sound of her audible arousal heightened his desires.
"You like this Dalia? You like how my cock slides on your wet pussy?" He taunted.
Her face burned in embarrassment, she found his words filthy and crude, yet the desire burned inside her.
"I said.." he growled low against her ear, "do you fucking enjoy my cock on your wet cunt?" He continued thrusting the thick, throbbing meat of his cock in her ass, "Answer me!"
A helpless moan escaped her lips, "yes!" She gasped. Her entire being burned for his touch, the slick friction as he slipped his manhood between her ass cheeks and across her cleft, the pressure building and swelling, "ah.. hgn.. y-yes" she whimpered.
Her clit throbbed incessantly, every pump sent waves of pleasure crashing through her body like an ocean wave battering upon shore. And then, like a dam bursting, the pent-up pleasure that built in her body came undone.