was a heady mixture that, she realized, could become quite addictive. No wonder his countless one night stands continued to come back for more. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could until it became uncomfortable, before slowly pulling back. "Mmm," she murmured.
"Shit your mouth feels so good," he said.
With surprisingly controlled movements, Laszlo fucked her mouth; in real slow and deep and then out. She sat on her knees, mouth open, body still , and allowed him to take his fill of pleasure from her. It was making her really wet to listen to him moan, to watch him from under her thick lashes as his chest heaved with every labored breath and to see his head flung back, eyes closed, and lips parted as he inched closer and closer to his release. Trinity was prepared for him to come in her mouth. She anticipated it with reckless abandon.
And then he yanked out of her mouth with a snarl. "Come here."
As soon as she was on her feet he had her pinned against the door again, his mouth crushing hers with a kiss that demanded obedience and surrender. As if she could do anything else. She'd surrendered to him the moment she agreed to come up to his room. Laszlo shoved his pants down over his hips and let them pool around his feet. He grabbed under her knee and pulled her thigh to his waist, first one and then the other until she felt the head of his cock penetrating her slick, eager channel. Stifling a cry, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet crossing behind his back. "Ah, oh god," she said on a moan as Laszlo pushed into her, his massive girth stretching her to the point of delicious painful pleasure. He filled her so completely she wasn't sure where she ended and he began. But that was okay because the feel of him pumping inside of her, the feel of his hands grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks was the most wonderful feeling in the world. She wanted to stay like that forever, suspended on the cliff of sheer glorious ecstasy.
Laszlo froze for a moment as he stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. "Fuck, you feel so good, Trinity. So wet and tight," he said, lifting her from where she'd been pinned against the door and turning to carry her toward the bed.
She was impressed with the way he managed to stay inside of her, never for a moment losing the contact they both so desperately craved. She felt his hands slide down her ass, nearing closer to her forbidden entrance. He wasn't…no, he wouldn't…would he? And then he did. A single finger slid into her ass and she yelped at the sensation. It was so wrong, but it was oh so good, too. Laszlo sat on the edge of the bed and lay down, bringing her down on top of him. His cock was buried in her pussy and his finger in her ass. He didn't try to add more fingers, nor did he move the one that was in there, he simply held it there.
"Ride my cock, love," he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Trinity began to move, slow at first , getting accustomed to the position, and then faster. And that's when she realized: every time she came down on his cock she also came down on his finger. It was jarring, but it was also so damn good she found herself fucking him harder and faster just so she could experience the feeling over and over again. It was unlike anything she ever could've imagined.
"You like that don't you?"
"Oh god, yes!" She sat up on him, her back arched and her fingers clawing at his chest. Her body took on a mind of its own, gyrating and grinding on him, bucking and bouncing. She grabbed her tits and rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger sending a jolt of pleasure through her body straight to her clit. Laszlo lifted his hips, meeting her as she came down on him hard, eliciting a scream from her.
"Oh, fuck yeah. That's it Trinity, make it feel good, make yourself come."
He wiggled his finger inside of her ass and she lost it. She threw herself on him, covering his body with her own as her orgasm ripped her apart. "Laszlo,"
"Shit your mouth feels so good," he said.
With surprisingly controlled movements, Laszlo fucked her mouth; in real slow and deep and then out. She sat on her knees, mouth open, body still , and allowed him to take his fill of pleasure from her. It was making her really wet to listen to him moan, to watch him from under her thick lashes as his chest heaved with every labored breath and to see his head flung back, eyes closed, and lips parted as he inched closer and closer to his release. Trinity was prepared for him to come in her mouth. She anticipated it with reckless abandon.
And then he yanked out of her mouth with a snarl. "Come here."
As soon as she was on her feet he had her pinned against the door again, his mouth crushing hers with a kiss that demanded obedience and surrender. As if she could do anything else. She'd surrendered to him the moment she agreed to come up to his room. Laszlo shoved his pants down over his hips and let them pool around his feet. He grabbed under her knee and pulled her thigh to his waist, first one and then the other until she felt the head of his cock penetrating her slick, eager channel. Stifling a cry, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet crossing behind his back. "Ah, oh god," she said on a moan as Laszlo pushed into her, his massive girth stretching her to the point of delicious painful pleasure. He filled her so completely she wasn't sure where she ended and he began. But that was okay because the feel of him pumping inside of her, the feel of his hands grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks was the most wonderful feeling in the world. She wanted to stay like that forever, suspended on the cliff of sheer glorious ecstasy.
Laszlo froze for a moment as he stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. "Fuck, you feel so good, Trinity. So wet and tight," he said, lifting her from where she'd been pinned against the door and turning to carry her toward the bed.
She was impressed with the way he managed to stay inside of her, never for a moment losing the contact they both so desperately craved. She felt his hands slide down her ass, nearing closer to her forbidden entrance. He wasn't…no, he wouldn't…would he? And then he did. A single finger slid into her ass and she yelped at the sensation. It was so wrong, but it was oh so good, too. Laszlo sat on the edge of the bed and lay down, bringing her down on top of him. His cock was buried in her pussy and his finger in her ass. He didn't try to add more fingers, nor did he move the one that was in there, he simply held it there.
"Ride my cock, love," he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Trinity began to move, slow at first , getting accustomed to the position, and then faster. And that's when she realized: every time she came down on his cock she also came down on his finger. It was jarring, but it was also so damn good she found herself fucking him harder and faster just so she could experience the feeling over and over again. It was unlike anything she ever could've imagined.
"You like that don't you?"
"Oh god, yes!" She sat up on him, her back arched and her fingers clawing at his chest. Her body took on a mind of its own, gyrating and grinding on him, bucking and bouncing. She grabbed her tits and rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger sending a jolt of pleasure through her body straight to her clit. Laszlo lifted his hips, meeting her as she came down on him hard, eliciting a scream from her.
"Oh, fuck yeah. That's it Trinity, make it feel good, make yourself come."
He wiggled his finger inside of her ass and she lost it. She threw herself on him, covering his body with her own as her orgasm ripped her apart. "Laszlo,"
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