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"How do you want me?" There. She'd said it. Through trembling lips and in a voice that was barely her own, she'd finally said the words he'd wanted her to say. How do you want me. An invitation, a submission. And yet a statement at the same time. Tell me how you want me….and if you're lucky, you can have it. That's what he had always wanted. He had only fantasized about talking to her, he wanted her so badly, but until now it was just a dull fantasy of his. This man, who wanted to finally loose his virginity. His eyes filled with a burning desire to finally open each and every button of her shirt. Only now, the heat in his eyes reached the temperature of hell, his mind floated with obscene and perverted fantasies, that he finally wanted to try on her. As if her words had unlocked some hidden lust that he'd only now discovered. He stood, naked, at the side of the bed, looking down at her body as she slowly undressed, waiting for him to decide what to do to her. His cock got harder with every piece of clothing that she undressed...thicker and harder than she'd ever seen a mens best parts, all throbbing with need. He said nothing. Rather, he spoke only with his eyes as he slowly reached for her, his strong hand gently going down along her jaw and down to her breasts. Then his gentle hand motions became a command, a subtle gripping of her waist, and with one rash movement he guided her over onto her stomach, her hair falling into her face, she moaned out of surprise. His mouth against the back of her neck, kissing down her spine in a slow torturous trail. Her shoulders, her back. Her nipples hardened against the blanket beneath her and she squirmed, trying in vain to sate the wet desire that surged between her legs. Still, he said nothing. But his hands began to wander, curving gently over her ass, squeezing her flesh in a grip. She was his. Every lick, every kiss, every grasp of her flesh told her she was his, and he would take her, however he wanted. With his big and strong hands he pulled her legs apart and stopped for a second to appreciate her body in full exposure. A feeling of fear went through her. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable, as the cool air flew over her body and made the liquid heat of her arousal feel even hotter. She closed her eyes and drew in a trembling breath as she felt him sink down with his lips on her. And then, suddenly, his fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs and he leaned forward to taste her with one long, erotic stroke amateur fuck pictures of his tongue. Pleasure shot through her, so fierce and sharp that she lifted her head and cried out. Her breath caught on a gasp as he's fingers digged deeper, as his tongue began to swirl and circle, as she felt his hot breath against her clit and his tongue began to rape her pussy. He licked her sensuously, laving his tongue against her opening as his hands gripped the back of her thighs, easing her wider apart for his mouth. He licked her with long, luscious, torturous strokes of his home town pussy tongue, teasing the moist heat of her folds and dipping into her opening to pulse into her. His tongue slid into her, withdrawing and penetrating again and again in a sensuous rhythm, fucking her slowly, invading her in an act so intimate, that she felt even more liquid heat surge from her to coat his tongue. He groaned in approval as he pleased her, and plunged his tongue even deeper, seeking out more of her desire. "Baby…" she whispered, a sound more than a word, a breath more than a sound. The pleasure was surging through her now in waves, claiming every part of her. She felt her inner muscles clenching around his tongue as he fucked her with an increasingly urgent pace, as his fingers dug into her flesh and his own soft moans of pleasure grew louder. Her eyes screamed for more, but he laughed and answered "today you do what I want" He gripped her hips, curving his arms around them so that his hands came to rest on her ass even as he tilted her up higher, the better to swath his tongue over her clit. Her back swayed as she adjusted to the position, her hips tilting upward even as her belly brushed the top of the quilt, and as the pleasure washed over her she began to move her hips, almost involuntary, rotating them slowly, grinding them against his tongue as her breath came in ragged pants of pure, primitive need. Then she finally shuddered and let out a final breathless cry of release she felt him pull back from her, leaving her flesh trembling and twitching, her body weak and yet somehow desperate for another orgasm wave. She felt him rise up, still behind her, and run his hands over her ass and her hips. He gripped her hips and guided his cock into her drenched pussy with one stroke. She threw her head back and moaned, her cunt parting for his cock, yielding to it, opening at his command. The sensation of being taken like this was so new and karups pictures so strange, yet so wonderfully primitive, and she pushed back against him hungrily, greedily, taking as much of his cock as she could take. He groaned as he filled her. As if guided by that lust alone, he began to thrust, falling into a deep, forceful rhythm, his cock stretching her each time. She moaned with each stroke, feeling the power of his hips as they slapped against her deeper and harder every time. He crashed against her, his short breaths matching his pace, his moans of pleasure spiking as senseless words spilled from his lips. "Tell me." he said as he fucked her. "Tell me you're mine." She couldn't even talk, nor take a full breath, because of the rapid pace he thrusted his dick in her. All she did was scream out of pleasure and hold back her second orgasm, even though she couldn't bare it anymore. 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