There was something mesmerizing about her—the way her body arched, lost in the depths of pleasure, a vision of beauty in its purest form.
Droplets of sweat run down her pale skin, hunger festers inside him. He wants to bite and leave marks.
Sandra lets out a pleased sigh, groaning as his big cock twitches inside her. She looked down at him with a pleased look, she leans downwards until her breasts are pressed onto his chest, she raises her hips and gives him a devilish smile, and whisphers, “You’re being so good for me, Cane“.
She rocks her hips downwards, moans escaping her mouth. She continues to rock herself in a fast rhythm, a hand shoved between their bodies as Sandra uses him for her own pleasure. She nips harshly at his shoulder, Cane throws his head back thrusting himself upwards as Sandra starts to tighten, her hand rubs her clit even faster, the other braces around his throat, making him whine.
Leaning forward her hand grasps his chin formly, tugging him forward until they’re devouring each other’s mouth, filthy noises escaping them as they desperately rut against each other. Cane’s hand dips between their bodies, pushing away her fingers replacing them with his own, rubbing her clit at an even faster pace, her hand slides upwards, gripping unto his hair.
She lets out a resounding cry as she cums, arching backwards as her cunt spasms, rubbing her clit faster as she shakes apart, her hand catching and squeezing his wrist lightly pulling it away from her bud.
They’re both left panting as their frantic motions stop. They rest for a few minutes, lazily exchanging soft kisses, Sandra is the first to pull away a wicked smile crossing her face before she’s suddenly moving, her hands placed slightly above his stomach as she bounces on his cock.
He withered against the bed sheets, clinging to them as the pleasure built, hot and overwhelming. It stops right before he tips over the edge, leaving him breathless and overstimulated. Sandra is pleased with his debauchery. Slowly rising upwards, his cock is exposed to the cold as she completely pulls off shifting backwards until she’s stting on his muscular thighs.
Sandra curls her hands around his dick, stroking it firmly. Cane gasps as pleasure returns with a burning passion, this time more overwhelming than last time, he’s already on the verge of cumming again when Sandra stopes her actions.
She laughs at his disgruntled expression, leaning down to nibble his ear, she waits a moment before starting stroking his cock again.
Sandra somehow manages to move quicker, squeezing, and twisting just right. She then started bobbing his cock, sucking deeper and deeper. The constriction of her throat and how easily she was taking all of him was almost too much to handle.
“So fucking good.” Cane cried out, unable to conceal his moans as his legs began to tremble from his impending release. He falls apart rapidly pleading with her not to stop, his fingers dig deeper into the sheets, his moans grow louder an-
Cane jolts awake, panting, drenched in sweat and so fucking close to cumming. Frustrated, he curls into himself under the sheets, Cane shoves his hand into his boxers as he slowly jerks himself off, a shaky moan escapes his mouth as he speeds up until thrusting into his fist. His toes curls in pleasure as his release washes over him.
Before he could even think about cleaning himself up, exhaustion wrapped around him like a heavy blanket, pulling him back into the depths of sleep.
For now, the weight of sleep was too strong. The regrets, the what-ifs—they could wait.
