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further, feeling
her ass stretch and her crotch open up to him at its fullest.
    His tongue was soon prodding and pushing the walls of her pussy, the
heat from his mouth and lips heavy on the flesh all around her sex. He was
sucking her in, loving the feeling of her in his mouth. You can’t fake that.
You can’t do it for the camera. He adored the taste and smell of her, the
softness of her against his mouth. And the thought of it almost made her come.
    After what seemed like an age, he drew his tongue all the way up her
sex, keeping the pressure steady, as if her was slowly eating her alive. He was
using both his lips on her now, lapping up the juice, swallowing it down and
moaning to himself.
    He couldn’t pull her ass any further apart, so he pulled her down
closer still, until his mouth, wide open and greedy for her, covered the whole
of her sex. His tongue ploughed up and down her, making little swirling,
darting motions as it went, pushing into the creases between the folds of her
lips, then suddenly losing itself deep inside.
    She was bucking hard, and he had to hold her tight to keep her sex
rooted to his face. Whenever he moved up to suck her clit she exploded, half
suffocating him, her ass pushing into him so hard that he had to gasp for air.
    His cock was all the way inside her mouth, but she was hardly
conscious of it. He didn’t seem to care either. He was getting off on her pussy
alone; that much was clear. Meanwhile, she had begun to lose sensation in her
legs, and she was a mass of shivering mini-orgasms and sudden flashes of
irresistible pain that sent her body rigid, bringing tears to her eyes.
    She found herself talking. Telling him to stop? To carry on? He was
going faster and faster, tongue-fucking her with such ferocity that it felt as
if he was going to split her in two.
    “Now,” she said, forcing herself out from underneath him. “Do it now
or I’m gonna die.”
    For a second or two he seemed confused, as if he’d been dragged from
the best, wettest dream of his life. The taste of her pussy was heavy in his
mouth, and he was visibly trembling, his cock rock hard, glistening and ready.
    He pushed her over, grabbing a rubber from somewhere or other, then
knelt behind her. He took her hard. No gentleness, no pretence. He entered her
all the way, his hips slapping into her rear end, ramming hard into her from
the start.
    “Now, now, now...” she said, her arms sinking down onto the bed, her
face pushed into the quilt.
    With each thrust she felt the tension spread from her groin and up
into her stomach, burning hot and uncontrollable. He was withdrawing his cock almost
completely with each stroke, and each time he reentered her she gasped with the
physical shock of it. She could hear the crackle of their juices, and she
imagined the wings of her beautiful pink butterfly forced open again and again.
And she loved it.
    His hands were squeezing her ass, sinking into the flesh as if he
wanted to tear her apart, as if his desire for her could only be satisfied if
he opened her up entirely and entered her in every possible way.
    She could feel his balls slamming into her belly as he thrust faster
and faster, a low growl coming from his throat. He was pumping her so hard that
all she felt was a massive buzzing, burning sensation within.
    She cried to herself with giddy whelps of pain as the fire inside
her escalated. She knew exactly how to end it, too. Squeezing her eyes closed,
she waited for him, her body shaking uncontrollably as the flood of pain-pleasure
became so intense it felt as if something must have broken inside her.
    When he came he emitted a long series of “oooh” sounds, his fucking
gradually slowing down. But the big, hard thrusts continued. He was still
loving it, riding through his ejaculation, letting her know just how much he
was still lusting for her. There was no quick exit, though. He didn’t want to
stop.
    As his strokes got slower, he seemed to quiver, bringing himself