At Home with Phyllis Pt. 02

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(once again, thank you to everyone who reached out to me, I’m sorry I’m busy and haven’t written a lot, but I do want to share what I have, hope you like it, much more to cum!)

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I was with Phyllis, on her marital bed, embedded in her. We took a moment together, to savor this special bond, our hands reaching between us to feel the place our bodies touched, merged into one. Assure ourselves this was real, that we were really connected right now, in so many ways, we mumbled to each other in joy.

“You’re in me baby, in your gurl…”

“You feel so good around my cock, baby…”

“You stretch me so good, my pussy feels full with you baby, need you in me always…”

I raised her feet, brought them to my chest, her soles against my heart, traced the anklet on her foot as I brought the other big toe to my mouth. Taking it in my mouth, I felt myself swell in her pussy.

Grimacing in pleasure, the feeling was so intense… her pussy so tight around me, and so warm, even hot, as if focussing the inner heat of her body on that cavity, even as the blood flowing through my erect organ answered with heat of its own.

I pulled out and sunk back in, making is both exhale deeply. It felt a little rough on my cock suddenly, I pulled out. “Lube,” I told her, and squirted some more, on both of us, stroking myself and lining her, my finger tracing the crinkled outline, making sure it was pliant, soft.

Pulled her hips higher, bending her. She helped me out by supporting her lower back on her hands, and I helped her by placing two pillows under her. kıbrıs escort Her cocklet kept stiffening, jerking, then flopping back again, like it couldn’t make up its mind. I smiled and ran my finger along it, making her moan. “What’s this?” I teased her. “It’s my clittie, baby, my gurl clit… now stop teasing me and fuck me!”

I chuckled, holding on to her upturned calves, “hmm, next time I’m getting you the pouch…”

“Next time?”

I looked into her eyes, his eyes. Phil and Phyllis suddenly blending, looking at me with longing. I nodded, placed my tip at her hole, sunk down, holding steady until I was half-way in, then stopping to circle my hips around, subtly spiraling downwards. Phyllis arched her back, her clittle went erect. “Oh fuck, oh baby, oh daddy, oh…”. I smiled, knowing how easy it was to keep doing what I was doing, and seeing how crazy I was making her.

I continued moving, slowly, steadily, rhythmically, holding on to her legs and keeping my alignment, and beginning to stroke her skin as I was confident of my motion, then rubbing, massaging her, massaging her thighs, her ass, watching my cock retreat and advance, claiming its space in her body, watching me pump her.

“Mmm yeah, this pussy is beautiful baby, look at it take my cock…”

“Your cock feels so good in me, unh yeah, take it daddy, fuck you’re hitting my spot, keep doing it baby…”, then closing her eyes and sighing, “… this is your pussy baby, this is your pussy, this is your pussy…”.

Phyllis’ moans became loud groans, wails, her hands konya escort left her back and moved on me frantically, haphazardly, holding my chest, my arms, her legs, and as I bent lower, my face.

We were fucking now, the slick sound of our bodies coming together again, and again, and again, filling our ears.

Wump, thump, wump, thump.

“Fuck me baby.” Whispering.

Wump, thump, wump, thump.

“Fuck me baby.” Insisting.

Wump, thump, wump, thump.

“Fuck me baby.” Louder.

Wump, thump, wump, thump.

“Fuck me baby!” Shouting now.

Wump, thump, wump, thump.

She tensed for a moment, then her head fell back, her hips convulsing, her clittle releasing her cream, not in spurts but in a dribble, falling down on her stomach and upper chest.

A ring of muscle squeezed me as she came, and I gasped, finding it hard to keep going with this pressure. She scrunched up her face and screamed, “fuck honey I’m coming, you’re making your girl cum so hard!” Her body shook, her abdominal muscles making her hips rock under me.

I rode out her orgasm, as it subsided, but I felt her ass pussy constrict again around me – a sudden tight grip just under the head of my cock, holding me – and this time, breaking my rhythm, letting the urge to cum begin its unstoppable rise within me.

“Agh,” I grunted, still trying to move but finding my thrusts erratic and shallow now, “fuck baby, gonna cum too…”

Phil/Phyllis looked at me through droopy, seductive eyes now. She put a hand to my face, and I felt suddenly helpless kuşadası escort in her grasp, in every way.

“That’s it baby, cum inside me,” her hand stroking my face, then the back of my neck, as she flexed her legs, rubbing mine, “cum in my pussy…”

Slap, slap, slap, slap.

My thrusts, hitting her deep, out of control now… her words, calmly urging me on, reaching inside me to stir the volcano of cum that had been building.

“Unh yeah baby gonna breed that pussy…”

Closing her feet around me, her feet on my ass, “… in my pussy, honey. I’m your girl. Your girl, baby. Give me your load, baby…”

I sank in, legs pulling up as I froze in place, my dick spurting heavily, feeling the loads escape me. “Oh god, oh god,” I cried, my face tensing, my eyes staring, my mouth exhaling sharply.

For a few moments I felt like my body was cradled in her arms and legs, and my cock was cradled in her hot, hot pussy, each releasing a physical and emotional load.

I dropped down, kissing her neck, softly, murmuring how good I felt, how good she felt, kissing up to her lips. We kissed wordlessly, our eyes wide, until I slowly rolled us over to our side, our hands stroking each other.

“I can feel you softening in me…”, she whispered, and I nodded, as I slipped out, resting on her thigh, leaving a trail of slime. We were both a little tired, yet so relaxed, breathing normally now, our legs entangled.

I pull the covers over us, and stretched my arm out. She kissed my hand, my shoulder, and licked my armpit, then she snuggled into it. I patted her head, “let’s relax here for a bit, but… the day is just half through, and we do want to make the most of it don’t we?”

She stroked my body idly, hands drifting from chest, stomach, thighs and then back again, “… yes baby, we do…”

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