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was all the way in, his balls resting thickly against my ass, he stayed still , allowing my body to get used to this new intrusion. “You ok, chica ?”
    My breaths labored, I managed to whimper out a small “mm-hm.”
    He laughed softly but his eyes were sympathetic. “I’m sorry, babe. It’ll start feeling better, I promise.” With that he started slowly rotating his hips, grinding his pelvis into mine and opening me up a little more.
    And he was right. Once the sting went away, the rolling of his hips started to feel good, amazing, absolutely wonderful. Being filled by him felt right . As his hips ground against mine again his pubic bone rubbed against my clit and I shuddered with pleasure. I gripped the back of his head by his hair and pulled his face down to mine, biting down lightly on his bottom lip.
    “Please, Mike, please fuck me,” I breathed into his mouth, and with a primal sounding grunt he acquiesced.
    He thrust in and out of m e, starting off slow but within a few minutes speeding up, as if he couldn’t control himself. The feeling of his dick pushing in and out of my tight pussy was better than I had ever dreamed and I latched myself around him, my ankles crossed against his lower back, my mouth sucking on the salty skin of his neck. I could hear the wet slosh of his dick going back and forth in my pussy and the sound spurred me on further, tilting my hips up to his with every thrust.
    After a few more minutes, Mike spoke a stream of Spanish that I didn’t understand at all and then said, breathlessly, “Babe, you feel too good, I don’t know how much longer I can last. I need to pull out.”
    The thought of losing this amazing feeling was too awful to bear, and I gripped onto him tighter, locking my legs and arms. “No, Mike, cum inside me, I don’t care, just don’t leave empty, please,” I said in a rush , consequences be damned.
    Mike let out an animalistic sound, somewhere between a whimper and a growl, and his hands gripped onto me tightly, one in my hair and one on my hip. He dropped his forehead to mine and sped up, thrusting harder than he had before.
    At the increased intensity I felt a wave of heat followed immediately by a sheet of ice shoot through my body, up and down. My vision blacked out for just a moment and then I was seeing thousands of little specks of light. I heard a loud, keening wail for several seconds before I realized I was the one emitting it, and the most concentrated, powerful pleasure I had ever felt slammed into me like a freight train. I could feel my pussy spasming wildly against Mike’s cock, and at the sensation he thrust once more and yelled out hoarsely, sinking his face into my neck, panting like a bull. I could feel his thick cock pulsing and felt his cum erupt deep inside me. He kept cumming and cumming and I could feel it start to leak out of my sore pussy onto the carpet below.
    We stayed like that for several minutes, holding each other and catching our breaths. When he finally pulled out, I looked down at his dick and saw that it was streaked with my blood. I suddenly realized how much everything had changed for me in the space of a few hours. One new tattoo, one less hymen.
    Mike helped me put on my clothes, and when he saw that I was starting to close myself off he gripped my chin and forced me to look into his eyes. “You ok, mi flor ?” he asked, his green eyes looking back and forth between my blue ones. I nodded my head yes, embarrassed, and tried to look away. He pulled me to him, giving me a full body hug, and I clung to him, my hands tight around his lower back. Damn him, I could still smell his cologne.
    “So in between all that going to classes and the library and your dorm, do you think you’d have time to hang out with a lowly tattoo artist like myself?” he asked against the top of my hair, and I burst out laughing. 
     
     
     
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