«J–Jace... I... aaah... I’m about to—»
She doesn’t even have ti to finish the sentence before a full cascade of her fluids runs down my thighs, and I feel her collapse heavily on top of , her head resting on my shoulder. Her hot, ragged breath tickles my ear.
Seriously? It can’t have been more than two minutes since I put it inside her! She must’ve been a bomb of pent-up hormones to co that fast.
I really hope she’s not one of those girls who completely lose interest the mont they orgasm, otherwise that would be a real problem — especially since I haven’t even finished warming up yet.
Luckily for , she’s not that type.
She lifts her torso again and starts moving her hips with renewed vigor, letting my hard cock inside her do its job. Her hands slip under my shirt and press against my chest, and I do the sa.
My fingers slide under her bra and at last I grab my trophy with all the hunger and impatience of soone who’s waited months and months for this mont. They’re so big... so firm... and feeling her hard nipples pressed against my palm sends into ecstasy. I fumble my way up, lifting her shirt, then her bra, and lean forward with my head.
My tongue slides over her tits — groping blindly, searching for those swollen nipples I touched a mont ago. And finally I find them. I start sucking them with the hunger of a newborn being fed. I lick them, nibble at them — and the more I do, the deeper and sharper her moans beco.
«M–Mia... I love you so much... Mia... I... I only want you!» Kimberly pants, pulling my head even harder toward her and burying it between her enormous breasts.
It doesn’t bother if she calls by that girl’s na. On the contrary — if I ever t her one day, I’d never stop thanking her for the opportunity she unknowingly gave .
There’s no trace left of the awkward, clumsy Kimberly from a few minutes ago.
She’s riding my cock like her life depends on it. Her tongue in my mouth is even wilder than before, but now it moves more naturally, less predictably. It’s clear that the way she kissed earlier was sothing studied and calculated — now she’s letting pleasure guide her.
And the more we fuck, the more that damn blindfold pisses off, robbing of the incredible show unfolding above . Kimberly’s face completely overwheld by pleasure, her huge naked breasts, her thighs, her pussy... wonders I can only imagine — and that I fear will remain only that.
The temptation to pull off the panties she tied over my eyes and feast on that erotic view is almost irresistible, but I have to keep my instincts in check if I don’t want to ruin everything.
«I–I... I can feel it again... I’m about to co again... aaaah...»
Those words and a long, drawn-out moan announce her second orgasm in just over ten minutes, and another warm torrent soaks my thighs. This ti her breathing is even more frantic, as if she’s run herself to exhaustion.
I feel her pelvic muscles clench and spasm around my cock. It lasts a few seconds, and then... she starts riding again. She’s a bit slower now, but I doubt it’s from fatigue — she’s still a damn strong, resilient Monster Slayer, so it would take far more than ten minutes of sex to wear her out. I’m guessing it’s pleasure that’s stealing her breath like this.
Kimberly unzips my hoodie and pulls my T-shirt off from underneath. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel her wet tongue licking my chest.
«Y–Your scent... the softness of your hair... the taste of your skin... aaaah... everything about you reminds of her...» she pants. She’s so aroused and overwheld by pleasure she can barely form words anymore.
And that sa uncontrollable excitent has completely taken over too. I stop letting her do all the work. I grab her hips and pull her down hard, starting to thrust in sync with her movents. When she pushes, I push — and her moans turn into full-blown screams of pleasure.
And yet, we’re still on that bench in Central Park. Soone could see us — but if she doesn’t care, why should I?
We keep fucking again and again on that bench, as if there were no one else in all of New York. Her hormones are pouring freely from her pussy — the wettest I’ve ever been inside in my life. Four, maybe five... I’ve stopped counting how many tis she’s co since we started, over an hour ago. Our bodies are so soaked that my cock slides in effortlessly now, her lips no longer offering any resistance.
And finally, it’s my turn. A hot, white torrent explodes inside her with such force it feels like I haven’t co in years. A warmth that fills her belly and makes her let out a long sigh, half pleasure, half relief.
And yet... sothing’s strange.
Why is my cock still so hard? It’s like I didn’t even co.
Maybe even it knows this will be the last ti it ever gets to enjoy her, and decided to give it everything. I doubt it — but whatever the reason, I have no intention of wasting this blessing.
I feel her grab my shoulders and push back onto the bench, then she throws herself on top of and we start kissing and fucking again like two lovers who haven’t seen each other in years. Our now completely naked bodies intertwine under the moonlight. We even end up rolling onto the grass — first her on top of , then the other way around. All of it still with that blindfold covering my eyes, even though by now it’s completely pointless. My hands have touched every inch of her skin so many tis that, even without seeing her, the image of Kimberly naked has fully ford in my mind.
Her constant orgasms spread one after another over the grass beneath us, so many tis it almost looks like a puddle.
She moans. She screams Mia’s na. Then she cos again, and I follow right after, filling her with my seed until it feels like there’s no space left inside her to hold any more.
But I have no intention of stopping — and neither does she.
Why do I keep coming inside her? This ti it has nothing to do with love. It’s pure emotional montum. I wanted to fuck her so badly, after so many months spent drooling over her without even touching her, that it would’ve felt like a waste to leave things unfinished — and I imagine she feels the sa way.
And a big, liberating release is the best way to celebrate this result — the triumph of a challenge with myself that, a few months ago, seed impossible.
And besides that, I guess giving her the pleasure of the warmth of my orgasm is also my way of apologizing in advance for what, because of , is about to happen to her.
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