his other hand over her back, caressing her with loving strokes, before he moves it up to her hair. Wrapping her curls around his wrist, he gathers her up in his hand and tugs gently. She moans, her mouth opening slightly as he pulls.
On the rare occasions my husband wants to have sex with me, he insists I go on top. While I rock myself back and forth on his semi thick cock, hoping that this time he'll last long enough for me to orgasm, he pretends to look interested, reaching from time to time for my breasts to convince me he is.
From here I can see his thick cock parting her pussy lips and driving inside her. I have never seen sex from this angle before. I've seen my husband enter me, and I've seen him enter several of the other women that come to his chamber when he thinks I'm not around to find out about it, but I've never seen it like this. It's turning me on. I want to touch myself, but know I can't risk it. If anyone caught me here, with my fingers in places they shouldn't be, the King would be the first to issue my punishment.
It's not just what I can see either. It's the noises they are both making. At once loving, and purely animalistic. The wet sucking sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, the slapping sound of his balls smacking against her pussy lips on each thrust, the deep guttural gasps he makes, as the pleasure binds its way inside him, and the high pitched trills that end her short breaths, speak of nothing but stolen passion, of deep love and need and rough, primeval union.
I want to be fucked like this. I want to be bent over the kitchen work surface and fucked hard by a big, strong man. I want to have my hips held like that, my ass cheeks slapped, my ass-hole toyed with. Licked, stimulated, penetrated.
They are rising together, his pace increasing. This is a stolen midnight fuck by two people who aren't allowed this pleasure. I'm stealing it too, piggybacking on their prurient show. Tingles break out across my skin. I notice I'm up on tip toes too, mirroring her stance, clung tightly to the door frame, wrapped around it only so much that I can see, hidden still in shadow, close as I can allow myself to be. I lick my lips when I see her lick hers. I reach up for my tits when I see her reach down for hers. I want to be her, spread out, forced like that, taken hard. I can feel my pussy crave it. I can feel the ache deep inside me, the throbbing need to be fulfilled.
' Oh fuck', she says, her breath peaking. 'Oh fuck, that's it, harder. Fuck me harder.'
He grits his teeth, raising sinewy muscles from his neck. His biceps bulge as he grabs her tighter. She rockets against the hardened surface, his thighs crashing into hers. At full stretch, she holds on.
I can't help myself. Before I realise it, I'm pressed up against the door frame, gyrating into the knotted wood. I lift one leg and let my fingers search for the calls my body refuses to stop making. I feel fire sweep out across my skin, spasms dart up my spine. With deft movements, I lift my nightdress.
' I'm going to make you come', he says.
My panties are soaking wet. I slip my fingers inside them, desperate to pleasure myself. Unable to hold myself back. As I slide a V around my swollen clitoris, glancing my trembling nub momentarily, I can't help but moan with pleasure, my knees almost buckling beneath me. I am closer than I thought. Somehow the errant sound gets lost on the way through the kitchen, and I continue to remain hidden from them. I press myself into the shadows just in case, while I push my fingers further underneath me, towards my hole.
' Fuck, oh fuck. Fuck I'm going to come. Just like that, don't stop.'
I am so wet, when I work my two middle fingers up into my hole, they slide inside me effortlessly. I let my thumb settle on my clitoris as I work them back and forth, the sensation already enough to push me over.
She is almost screaming, loud enough for him to put his hand over her mouth to make her quiet. Any noise
On the rare occasions my husband wants to have sex with me, he insists I go on top. While I rock myself back and forth on his semi thick cock, hoping that this time he'll last long enough for me to orgasm, he pretends to look interested, reaching from time to time for my breasts to convince me he is.
From here I can see his thick cock parting her pussy lips and driving inside her. I have never seen sex from this angle before. I've seen my husband enter me, and I've seen him enter several of the other women that come to his chamber when he thinks I'm not around to find out about it, but I've never seen it like this. It's turning me on. I want to touch myself, but know I can't risk it. If anyone caught me here, with my fingers in places they shouldn't be, the King would be the first to issue my punishment.
It's not just what I can see either. It's the noises they are both making. At once loving, and purely animalistic. The wet sucking sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, the slapping sound of his balls smacking against her pussy lips on each thrust, the deep guttural gasps he makes, as the pleasure binds its way inside him, and the high pitched trills that end her short breaths, speak of nothing but stolen passion, of deep love and need and rough, primeval union.
I want to be fucked like this. I want to be bent over the kitchen work surface and fucked hard by a big, strong man. I want to have my hips held like that, my ass cheeks slapped, my ass-hole toyed with. Licked, stimulated, penetrated.
They are rising together, his pace increasing. This is a stolen midnight fuck by two people who aren't allowed this pleasure. I'm stealing it too, piggybacking on their prurient show. Tingles break out across my skin. I notice I'm up on tip toes too, mirroring her stance, clung tightly to the door frame, wrapped around it only so much that I can see, hidden still in shadow, close as I can allow myself to be. I lick my lips when I see her lick hers. I reach up for my tits when I see her reach down for hers. I want to be her, spread out, forced like that, taken hard. I can feel my pussy crave it. I can feel the ache deep inside me, the throbbing need to be fulfilled.
' Oh fuck', she says, her breath peaking. 'Oh fuck, that's it, harder. Fuck me harder.'
He grits his teeth, raising sinewy muscles from his neck. His biceps bulge as he grabs her tighter. She rockets against the hardened surface, his thighs crashing into hers. At full stretch, she holds on.
I can't help myself. Before I realise it, I'm pressed up against the door frame, gyrating into the knotted wood. I lift one leg and let my fingers search for the calls my body refuses to stop making. I feel fire sweep out across my skin, spasms dart up my spine. With deft movements, I lift my nightdress.
' I'm going to make you come', he says.
My panties are soaking wet. I slip my fingers inside them, desperate to pleasure myself. Unable to hold myself back. As I slide a V around my swollen clitoris, glancing my trembling nub momentarily, I can't help but moan with pleasure, my knees almost buckling beneath me. I am closer than I thought. Somehow the errant sound gets lost on the way through the kitchen, and I continue to remain hidden from them. I press myself into the shadows just in case, while I push my fingers further underneath me, towards my hole.
' Fuck, oh fuck. Fuck I'm going to come. Just like that, don't stop.'
I am so wet, when I work my two middle fingers up into my hole, they slide inside me effortlessly. I let my thumb settle on my clitoris as I work them back and forth, the sensation already enough to push me over.
She is almost screaming, loud enough for him to put his hand over her mouth to make her quiet. Any noise
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