She had had a long day. The kind of day where she hadn't had a moment to take care of herself. She hadn't slept. She hadn't eaten. There had been no time. He knew exactly what she needed. He welcomed her over, opened the door to her. She had been welcomed home by a storm. She managed to stay dry under the umbrella but she still looked pathetic – tired and worn.
He wanted to take care of her, to build her up and show her how strong she is. She tossed the umbrella to the floor, turned and closed the door behind her. The latch clicked, shutting out all the worries of the outside world. She was his now. There was no escaping. This was the escape. His hands were instantly on her shoulders. Firm. Spinning her around to face him. His lips on hers, pressing hard, eager, the kind of kiss that makes her need to come up for air. Her breasts told the delicate story of her bated breath, rising and falling quickly. Caught off guard but wanting more. He slid his hands down her arms, felt the bone bird of her hips, sliding around and testing free teenies her firm ass. Her head found his shoulder and he could feel her melt against him. He held her, letting her soak in his warmth, before tenderly leaning down and whispering in her ear.
"Who do you belong to?"
"You, Sir" Her voice wasn't tired. It was old woman young man porn certain. She is his. Her breath caught as he swept her off her feet and carried her to the bedroom. His tenderness was gone. Replaced by the swollen bulge of a hard cock. There was no grace to stripping her down. He tore at her clothes until he was able to soak in her naked body, her scent, her tremble at his touch, her eyes square on his with determination. A challenge. He threw her on the bed, her head just off the side, perfectly positioned so she could see herself in the mirror as he fed her his cock. She watched herself take him. Inch by inch until she thought she had her fill. She worked his shaft up and down, circling the tip of his cock with his tongue her arms anchored to his ass. He slapped her cunt and muffled her scream with his cock until it petite big tits turned to a low moan. He worked his cock deeper until he could feel her nose buried in his balls. He flicked and strummed and fingered her cunt until her legs shook and she was pulling him closer to her, trying to take more. She was starved for his dick. Her hand reached around and started massaging his balls. God, did that feel good. She had him on the verge of busting and he didn't want to deny her. His hands grasped at her breasts as he face fucked her until she was choking on his cum. But he wasn't ready to be done with her.
"ass up, face down"
"Yes, Sir" as she wiped a bit of cum from her lip. She presented herself to him, her body tensing against the suddenness of his hand coming down on her ass. Before the sting could fade, he plunged his still hard cock into her cunt – grabbing a hand full of hair as she gasped. His other hand skillfully closing around her throat as he mercilessly pounded her from behind. "Look in the mirror" he said "Don't you want to see yourself get fucked? Don't you want to see what a good little slut you are?" She looked in the mirror but she only ever looked at him, watching him thrust deep into her until her eyes rolled back and he allowed her to succumb to his cock.
She collapsed face down, her ass still nicely presented. Her breath was heavy but it stopped short when she felt his finger circling her ass, testing her hole. She gazed back at him from under a tangle of hair. Excited but clearly nervous. He slipped one finger in. She moaned heavily into the bedsheets. She grasped the sheets as if trying to hold herself in place, trying to hold herself in that moment. He eased his finger in and out. "What a good slut" before slipping in a second finger. She whimpered and held her scream to the sheets. He worked these two fingers until he could feel her relax. She was tight. Once she was nice and warmed up he pushed her to her stomach, sliding his cock into place. Even after warming her up, her ass was too tight to fit even the tip of his fat cock. He spit and pressed on and held her as she writhed against that first tender stretch. As her breathing slowed he whispered in her ear "good girl". She grasped around blindly for his hand as he pushed himself deeper. With each inch of his cock he elicited a revival of screams and moans as she fought her body and allowed herself to stretch and accept wild teens more of him. "lean into me" he said "it will feel better". He felt her hesitation but she obeyed. He worked himself in and out her moans changing to that distinct pleasurable guttural, pleasurable groan. "Does that feel better?"
"Mmmmm. more"
More? He felt himself grow harder yet inside her. This was already the tightest ass he had penetrated.
"More, please, sir". He obliged. He buried his full member deep between the mounds of her perky little ass. He worked slowly, feeling her hand squeeze his, listening for the rhythm of her breathing and moaning, his mind consumed with how good she felt around him. Then without warning, he thrust hard and deep, unapologetically pounding her ass, listening to her scream rise. Her grasp tightening, her free hand searching for a perch and finding his arm. She pushed back into him, her breath quickened yet somehow calm, ready to take him. She gave herself to him and he filled her.
He collapsed next to her. An odd mixture of energy and exhaustion. Exhaustion always won out... until it didn't...
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