The length of my cock throbs with electric desperation, undulating and threatening as Mackenzie’s tight little asshole grips and squeezes and twists me, as though she’s trying to suck every drop of warmth out of me until I’m dry and broken. It’s all I can do to hold back, but the more I do the harder it becomes.
I thrust, my rock hard dick squeezing into her - her fresh little pussy flowering above my thick shaft as it slides in and out - and with every push, she opens and blooms as her sweet juices drip down onto me.
I look up at her tight body, twisting and bucking; her little belly button; her tummy muscles thrumming with each wave of pleasure; her pink nipples so hard they’re practically bursting through the slip of her nightie. Her neck, so long, her smooth skin punctuated by freckles which arch across her chest. Her mouth and lips, wide and beautiful. And her eyes, bright and innocent as I take her, and make her mine.
She moans aloud, and so do I, my groans rumbling deep, and she smiles as each emanation vibrates through her.
‘Kiss me,’ she whispers, and I drop forward until I’m an inch from her face, every thrust threatening to be my last as she grips me tighter and tighter, wrapping her legs around my back, and as I close in I hesitate, looking down at her tiny frame dwarfed by mine, engulfed in my arms. For a moment I gaze into her eyes as all of my attention moves from holding back, to the ocean that’s opening up before me.
‘Mackenzie,’ I say.
‘Blake,’ she says, her eyes wide and hopeful, and then our lips meet and I come, filling her ass with my seed as my eyes close and she moans into me, her tongue curling around mine as I feel her heart beating.
And in that instant, I know that I am in deep, deep trouble.
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