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herself off the wood floor and began to turn around. Glancing up at him she saw him grab a condom from somewhere in his pants. Feeling the familiar ache in her knees as she bent over waiting for him, she moved a few feet onto the canvas laid out in an attempt to add padding between her aching knees and the hard wood. The splattered orange paint was just a few inches in front of her. Leaning on her forearms she stuck her pussy in the air. Waiting for him. Feeling completely exposed to the open air, her thighs wet and cold from her juices.
     
    Her tingles began to give way to that familiar ache between her legs. That familiar longing for his cock to ravage her. The warmth between her legs began to build up as she presented herself to him. She thrust her ass farther in the air as if she were offering herself to him in some animalistic nature, so he would know she was all his.
     
    Finally she felt his touch, a firm grip on the curve of her hip as he pulled her closer. His cock lightly grazing her lips. A gasp escaped her as she forced her hips back, his staff rubbing up and down the inside of her folds. Her juices flowed, she was more than ready to receive him. Finally, just as she thought she couldn't take it anymore, he penetrated her inch by inch. The still air shattered by her moans. She pushed back so she could take him all, feeling her pussy lips separate, taking in his entire girth. Pure ecstasy flooded through her as he began thrusting back and forth, claiming her with his lust.
     
    His hand rubbed up and down the curves of her back, the other feeling the ripples of her ass as he pounded her relentlessly. Her breasts swayed back and forth in perfect rhythm with her hips. Emotions she had never felt before flowed through her. Like she had been under water her whole life and finally surfaced, feeling the air hit her face and giving her clarity like never before. She felt free, free from any inhibitions and insecurities in her life.
     
    She could hear him pant as his pounding became more rapid. The sound of their skin smacking echoed throughout the room. With one forceful thrust of his cock her hands slid forward on the canvas, mixing with the orange paint. She didn't care, she felt dirty already, taken from behind by her strong man. Her scalp tightened again as he aggressively gripped her hair. The muscles in her neck stretched as her head was pulled backwards. Her hands constantly tried to find new footing as they slipped in the orange all over the canvas. Her pussy throbbed with wetness, her body completely turned on by his caveman aggression.      
     
    She looked back at him as he released his grip, admiring his body. His abs tensed with every thrust of his cock, his biceps flexed as he gripped her hips and forced her onto him. She felt she had seen a side of him very few got to see. To everyone else he was a dapper gentlemen and well respected. She knew better now. When his cock throbbed for her and her pussy was before him, waiting to be taken, his entire attitude changed. He was aggressive, not afraid to take what he wanted. They both had that in common.
     
    He began to slow his pace down. Slowly thrusting his cock in and out. The feeling of him deep inside her made her skin tingle, her heart race. The canvas below her was covered in deep swirls of orange, with brief outlines of her hands mixed in.
     
    “Turn around”
     
    His voice was soft and smooth as he began to pull out. She didn't want to be without him for one second, desperately wanting his cock to remain inside her. His hands gripped her hips and started to twist, forcing her to face him.  
     
    The forced movement reminded her how rubbery her limbs felt. How close she had been to climaxing a number of times. He played the sensations between her legs like a conductor before a symphony. Slowly building up the waves of pleasure, increasing the pulsating shivers throughout her body, like a great crescendo only to be softened just before the apex