Almost. I quickly recover, and start applying my techniques of getting it deeper, a skill which I’ve gotten pretty good at. Still, it never hurts to practice. I don’t get much this time. Within a minute or two, Taylor has decided to take charge, and he suddenly rolls me over onto my back and looms over me. Now he’s the one who can watch the video and have his way with me at the same time. He grabs my legs at the ankles, and lifts them up over his shoulders, pushing forward directly above me.
This is exactly where I want him to be. I look up at him, and my pussy is thrusting skyward. Those eyes, those eyes are positively blazing as he pumps that cock downward deep into me. Deep is good.
“Oh, cum on, mother fucker! Slam that cock into my cunt! Make it deep! Fuck! Get it, you fucking stud! Ahhh, yes! Hit me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
I’m making more noise than the couple on the porn video. A few minutes later, they’re done, the video is off, and Taylor is still stroking deep, and fast and hard. It’s driving me crazy. There’s no controlling my kegels now, no manipulation, I’m not in charge this time. I can only lie there and take it, and the pace is Taylor’s to control. He’s masterful. I lose track of my orgasms, I lose track of everything. When I can open my eyes and see anything at all, it’s Taylor’s glowing face and shining body, rocking me up and down like an erotic storm at sea.
His grin turns into a grimace, and his gasping turns to grunting. He’s close. I’m beyond close, and way over.
“Keep going, big man! You can do it! Blow that cock into me, drown my cunt with your flood of cum! Fill me up, baby, blast that cum right up into my cervix!”
It’s almost a scream escaping from the back of his throat as he begins another massive spew. He’s obviously recovered from last night. He’s flushing out my insides, and making his deposit as deep as I’d hoped. He comes to a slow stop, and rests inside me.
“Don’t move, sweetie! Let it soak in. I want to hold it all inside me. Keep my pussy pointed up.”
He slowly pulls out, his cock slathered with white creamy residue. I draw my knees up, keeping my pelvis as high as possible, while he scoots over towards my face, and offers his flagging, dripping cock to my mouth. Of course I’m going to clean him up. He is delicious!
Taylor returns to bed, relaxed but energized, when I finally regain control of my vaginal muscles, and can push myself up and stand. I give him another long kiss.
“You are so fucking wonderful!” I say.
“Back atcha!” he responds with a smile. “Have I mentioned that I love you, Tethys? I feel lucky to know you.”
“I’m the lucky one. I’m a very lucky girl.”
“Yes, I know you are,” he sighs. “Are we still on for tomorrow?”
“Most definitely!” “I answer. I wouldn’t miss it. You know I love your family.”
I head quickly to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I can feel the volume of semen inside me, it wants to drip out. My challenge will be to hold it in as long as possible.
Taylor is still naked when I slip my romper back on, wiggle into my sandals, and kiss him goodbye.
“I’ll meet you at the park tomorrow,” I remind him as I walk out the door. “I love you!”
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