I don’t have to wait long; he stands up with a devilish smile, and closes the distance between us, his hard cock still glistening with my juices. In two wide steps he’s on me, swatting my ass with the back of his hand. He slides his long fingers under my ass cheeks, caressing the crest of my wet pussy and getting it ready for the grand finale. I can’t wait for him to completely demolish me and send me spinning down into oblivion.
Colt grabs his cock and, after pushing its fat head under my ass and against my pussy, he hooks his fingers on my hips.
One thrust. Just one thrust and he has me screaming like a banshee. He pierced me so fast and so harshly that I felt long flames of a blinding fire travel up from my pussy toward the base of my skull. My skin is all prickled, my body shuddering out of control.
He fucks me hard, there’s no other way to put it. He fucks me like every woman should be fucked, at least once in a lifetime. I don’t know for how long he does it; time seems like such a petty concept when someone is fucking you like this, but by the time I come to my senses, it feels like all of my muscles are being prickled by thousands of small needles of intense electrifying pleasure.
“OH GOD!” I shout out, my body convulsing as I come hard. Body, mind, soul—everything in me has been obliterated by Colt’s relentless cock. Hell, I want nothing more than to let myself fall to the floor and collapse from exhaustion; but I have a responsibility: I can’t let a man who has fucked me like this leave with a complaint lodged between his lips. No way.
His cock slides out of me in a single movement and I turn to him. I don’t even give him a second; before he knows it, I’m on my knees, my lips wrapped once again around his cock. I move my head as fast as I can, my tongue savoring the taste of my own pussy, matching that rhythm with the stroking of my hand.
It doesn’t take long.
He grabs my head harshly, the muscles in his body bulging as he grunts hard, the sound of it almost like a threat. I pull my head back fast, getting ready for what’s about to come, and I mean that pretty literally.
He cums like a fountain, semen gushing out of him in an endless torrent. I open my mouth wide, allowing thick strands of it to fall straight on my tongue, coating it with that salty and manly flavor of his. I look straight into his eyes, enjoying his look of pure delight as his cock keeps twitching hard in his hand, his white juice splattering all over my face and tits.
With his teeth gritted, he keeps holding his cock while it gives its final spasms.
He takes a deep breath, finally taking his fingers out of his cock, but I don’t allow him any rest: I reach for his hand and, grabbing it, I pull him down. His eyes widen in surprise, but he joins me down on the floor all the same, kneeling in front of me.
Without giving him enough time to react, I lean into him and press my cum-coated lips against his. He doesn’t react at first; he doesn’t pull back, but he doesn’t reciprocate either, but then he starts warming up.
Slowly, he runs his tongue between my lips and forces them open. Cum drips down my chin, and I feel drops of it making their way down my neck and toward my tits. And that’s when Colt pushes his tongue inside my mouth, running it in fast circles and scooping up his own salty cum.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he whispers in a barely audible tone, and my mind almost explodes as I look at the way his lips move, thick drops of cum glistening there.
“You better start believing it,” I whisper back at him, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him into me. I force him to take his mouth right between my tits and, not wasting a second, he climbs the curve of my right breast with his tongue and then wraps his lips around my aching nipple. When he moves from my right nipple to the left one, my eyes are already closed and I have my head thrown back.
A slight moan leaves my lips and Colt uses his tongue to lick my skin dry, carefully tracing the contour of my body until his mouth finds mine once more.
We kiss again, our lips gently brushing against one another as a pleasant warmness takes over my body.
“You’re insane, ‘sis.”
“We’re insane,” I correct him.
And, oh, it feels so good to be this insane.