them dance and play over her sweet pussy as she fantasized about Colton leaving a trail of kisses down her body, moving farther and farther towards her sweet spot.
As she thought of his burning passion pressing against her she could almost feel the veiny, thick bulge and yearned to touch it. She wanted it inside her, wanted him to plunge himself deep inside her and tear her body apart, hold her wrists down against the bed and squeeze tightly as he fucked her senselessly, sweat dripping down his long dark locks and running down her lips and cheeks, the salty beads trickling down her throat as his hips moved like pistons, smashing against her soft body while she writhed underneath him.
As this ran violently through her mind she ventured deeper and deeper inside her own body, pushing her fingers through the wet folds of skin and tissue, curling her fingers slowly as she stroked her sweet spot and put pressure on her clit, sending pulses of pleasure shooting through her body over and over again, a hazy sensation clouding her mind as she drove herself wild thinking about Colton.
Her hips rocked with the motion of her imagined lover as she thought about him getting deeper and deeper inside her, his thick erection filling her up and reaching way up into the heights of her soul. Her fingers moved assuredly inside, teasing and pleasing herself deftly and expertly, driving the pleasure to greater heights. Sweat broke out all over her body and prickled over her skin. She moved the sheets and cool air rushed in, adding another sensation into the powerful concoction. She was intoxicated and reality was like a far-off dream as she lost herself to the fantasy.
With the searing heat burning the air Colton almost shimmered into existence, at least that’s the way it seemed to her. She remembered the way he smelled and felt, the way his leathery, hairy skin threatened to scorch her, and she was lost to a transcendent realm for she thought of the little growl he used when he kissed her, a clear sign of his deep animalistic passion.
She pulled and twisted her own skin, her moaning became so loud that it mingled with the storm outside and the thunderous sounds of nature complemented her own moaning, two primal screams and each were competing with the other for supremacy. Her mind cracked as the lusty orgasm flowed within her, running deeper than her blood until it swelled and bubbled and exploded out of her in a warm release like a volcano.
A guttural scream sounded just as a bright bolt of lightning speared through the sky and illuminated the gloomy night in an ethereal blue glow. As the orgasm hit her Ana’s body jerked violently and her face contorted in exquisite delight. Her eyes shot open and her body shuddered as her skin flushed a dark crimson and she was crippled by satisfaction. She rolled over and nuzzled into the warm comfort of the pillow, wishing that Colton had been there to hold her tightly in the afterglow of sex.
She longed to feel his embrace and as the satisfaction dissipated she found herself feeling lonely and vulnerable, wanting her cold bed to be filled with the overwhelming warmth of him, but instead she felt his absence dearly and the pleasure quickly descended into a sadness. Reality came crashing down around her and she became aware of her surroundings, and began to hate them more and more.
The storm raged but it paled in comparison to the quaking in her heart, caught between two perfect lovers. She knew that Colton wasn’t the type to struggle but Glenn…Glenn would have kissed her softly and made her feel completely safe and loved. Colton would have roared away on his motorcycle into the night, disappearing like a phantom into the raging storm, not caring about the danger but welcoming it, almost as though he had a death wish.
She sighed and tried to close her eyes to rest but sleep didn’t come. She was relaxed and content but a whirlpool was swirling in her mind and
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