Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I start fucking her properly, slow and long and rhythmic, to allow her pussy to squeeze hard along the full length of my cock. I’m going to make the most of this, and I want to make it last. But I can feel her tightness milking my cock like a velvet glove, and it grows increasingly difficult to hold back.
I fuck her hard and slow, each thrust making her huge tits bounce back and forth. So soft, heavy, and juicy. Almost comically unlike a sex doll’s.
“Fuck yeah,” I growl involuntarily. Chrissy is forcing herself to hold back her own moans, but I can tell she’s struggling. What I’m doing to her clearly feels so good that she’s unknowingly gripping the bedsheets beneath her, her pretty little knuckles white with the effort of keeping still. I fuck her harder and faster, groaning as I feel myself on the brink of orgasm, but not wanting this to end yet.
What if I never get to fuck this tiny little pussy again? I’m pretty sure that no matter how tightly they manufacture those silicone pussies in the sex dolls, they’ll never hold a candle to this. I pull my enormous cock out of her slick little cunt, the loud sucking sound turning me on even more. Panting and groaning as I edge, I force myself to hold my throbbing cock back, the veins bulging impressively along the shaft. Instead, I gently slide my fingers into her dripping twat, finding her G-spot, and pressing up along it.
“Ahh!” she sighs as her pussy clenches tight around my fingers and her pelvis rises involuntarily. There’s no more pretense because what sex doll has a g-spot? We both know the game she’s playing, and we’re both going along with it now. The bedsheet stays right where it is, covering her head and shoulders, and Chrissy continues to remain as still as possible. But I’m done waiting. She’s frustrated me enough for one day, and if I don’t pump her pussy full of my load soon, I’ll lose my mind.
I pull my fingers out of Chrissy’s pussy, leaving it squelching juices in frustration. Now she knows how I feel. I roughly grab her milky thighs and push them unceremoniously back towards her, folding her like a lawn chair. Fortunately, the teenage girl is limber and doesn’t put up a fight. Her pussy is now squeezed together between her thighs, forming a straight, dripping line in the middle of her swollen lips. Into this line I force my painfully throbbing, rock hard shaft, sliding it so deep into her that my balls press hard against her ass. These balls are about to empty themselves into her. She wants it? She’ll get it.
Pressing her thighs further down so her knees are almost on either side of her covered head, I fuck her hard and deep. Due to the position I’ve put her in, I can feel the head of my cock repeatedly rubbing along her G-spot. She’s gasping loudly, about to come, and her wide-open mouth is drawing the material of the bedsheet inwards over her pouting lips. I’m tempted to lower my mouth onto hers and kiss her through the sheet, but hold back. After all, Chrissy is starting to come hard, and I’m about to blow my load as well.
“Oh, fuck,” I grunt, feeling her pussy squeeze my cock like an angry fist as she climaxes, her pussy shivering and clamping on my hard rod. My balls start to contract hard against her ass, and I ram her swollen slit as my vision momentarily clouds over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan through clenched teeth. “Fuck!” Hot jism bursts from my cock, and I’m only vaguely aware of Chrissy trying hard to repress her own sighing and moaning as she climaxes too, the violent spasms of her pussy milking my pole.
“Ooooh,” she groans quietly. “Mmmm.”
The orgasm is so intense and long that I forget my own name. I’m roaring and shooting, dumping every drop of man milk into the sweet girl. Chrissy cries out too, unable to hold back. Her breasts bounce and wobble, shaken by the intensity of our shared orgasm.
By the time it’s over, I’m completely spent, panting and heaving like an animal. I force myself not to let my full weight simply fall onto the girl beneath me, like I would have done with a sex doll. Instead, I roll off of her, pulling myself out of her spent pussy, and get up from the bed. Without throwing her as much as a second look, I stalk out of the bedroom into the en suite bathroom, before shutting the door. I turn on the shower and wipe my brow. I’m covered in sweat and still out of breath. What the fuck was that? That’s the hardest I’ve orgasmed in a long time. Maybe even ever.