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“Hell, no,” I grunt. “I’m about to pound your pussy.”
Her eyes flash with surprise. I slip a pillow under her ass, and I move her higher,
placing her heels on my shoulders.
“Now, watch me.”
I withdraw almost complete before slamming into her. She screams her

pleasure as I pound into her, chasing my own orgasm. The headboard is knocking
against the wall, and my skin slaps against hers. I watch her tits bounce with each
hit. I want to bite them. I want them to rest on my face. Another time, when I’m
not this horny, I will feast on those tits. For now, they are just extras.
Sanya’s face is screwed in rapture. She tries to watch me fuck her body, but her
eyes keep shutting in ecstasy. She moans my name over and over again while she
takes it like a pro. Each thrust gets me closer to my orgasm. I’m approaching fast
and I want to bring her with me one more time.
“Cum with me,” I demand while swiveling my hips to hit her at new angles.
“What are you doing to me?” she breathes, her voice full of lust and wonder.
Her knees are inching towards each other but I push them apart.
“Fucking. You. Right,” I enunciate with each thrust.
My words are enough to shoot her back into orbit. I can’t take it this time; the

pleasure of her pulsing around my cock is too much for me to weather. I follow
soon after. My orgasm hits me with so much force, I feel my life go with it. I half
expect my soul to be floating above while looking down at my prone body on top
of Sanya’s. I shoot wave after wave of pent up cum into her. I collapse on her then
roll us on our sides; we are still connected. I am spent. Months of sexual frustration
go in an instant.
I am more relaxed than I remember being since meeting her. I’ve reached sexual
nirvana. I am lightweight and boneless. I have no regrets about purposely not using
a condom for the first time in my life. Going bare with Sanya is phenomenal. My
eyes are heavy. Sanya sighs contently and stretches. My softening cock slides out of
her. She moans at the sensation. Damn, she’s so responsive. I feel her little body
snuggle against mine; she reaches for the forgotten comforter.
“We should clean ourselves up,” I suggest behind closed lids. “We should,” she
agrees but settles deeper underneath the cover. “In five minutes?” I ask after a yawn.
“Five minutes.”