Domination: Heavy Thrusts & Bouncing Curves

The rain hammered against the windows of our secluded cabin, mirroring the wild anticipation thrumming through my veins. My wife, Seraphina, a woman sculpted from sin and desire, had uttered those simple words – “Let’s have some alone time tomorrow” – and it had unleashed a torrent of pent-up longing within me. This morning, my cock had been hard, a primal drumbeat echoing the promise of the day to come. Now, as I stared into the flickering firelight, the thought of her, her curves, her scent, her insistent touch, consumed me entirely.

The next day arrived cloaked in a misty gray, a fitting backdrop for the pleasure we were about to indulge in. We’d chosen the sitting position, a classic arrangement that always heightened the senses. Seraphina, a vision in a silky, crimson dress, settled her considerable weight onto my hips, her massive breasts already beginning their relentless, captivating bounce. The heat rose through me, a molten river flowing towards the peak of my arousal. My cock, a taut, throbbing muscle, plunged deep into her waiting maw, and the world narrowed to the feel of her wet, yielding flesh.

The first thrust was a brutal, insistent assault, sending waves of pleasure through both of us. With each subsequent push, her bottom slammed down upon my hips, a rhythmic percussion accompanying our frantic dance of passion. Her pussy, a velvet cave brimming with anticipation, strained to accommodate my insistent advances. And then, the inevitable happened. A guttural moan escaped her lips as the pressure intensified, and a torrent of milky white fluid erupted from her depths, a testament to her complete surrender. It flowed down my long, thick shaft, a hot, salty deluge, clinging to my ball sac and making it swell with every contraction. I could feel her getting wetter, her body writhing in ecstasy, and the pleasure was so intense, so consuming, that I lost all sense of self.

I grabbed hold of her magnificent tits, pulling them taut and squeezing the perky nipples between my fingers until they stood rigid and hard. They were breathtaking, truly, the most beautiful pair I had ever witnessed. They always guaranteed me with a stiff cock, an unwavering source of pleasure and arousal. Her cries of pleasure intensified, a symphony of moans and gasps that filled the cabin, drowning out the relentless drumming of the rain. “You are so big!” she shrieked, her voice raw with delight. “You’re so tight, baby. Let me fuck you as hard as I can,” I replied, my voice thick with desire.

She leaned forward, her chest pressing against my face, a silent plea for my attention. “Suck on these areolas, please,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. Without hesitation, I obliged, my hands wrapping around her magnificent breasts, pulling them taut and pushing them against her hard nipples. With a powerful thrust, I slammed her ass down upon me, adding another layer of intensity to the already overwhelming experience. I reveled in the feeling, lost in the primal rhythm of our intertwined bodies. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect balance of power and surrender.

As I continued my assault, she began to cry, her body arching in response to each thrust. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she cried out, her voice laced with ecstasy. Her pussy continued to bulge, straining against my relentless advances, and her cum poured out in a continuous stream, a testament to her complete and utter submission. I could feel her getting wetter, her body trembling with pleasure, and the sheer intensity of the moment threatened to overwhelm me. It was a chaotic, beautiful mess, a perfect expression of our shared desire.

We shifted positions, finding a new dynamic that only intensified the pleasure. She lay on her back on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly spread, and I stood beside her, my gaze locked on her exposed tits. Gently, I inserted my hard cock into her mouth, feeling her clit begin to throb with anticipation. She began rubbing her clit, her movements frantic and desperate, as she edged closer to the brink of orgasm. Encouraging her, I pushed deeper, seeking to maximize the pleasure she was about to experience.

As her body jerked and convulsed, she let out a primal scream, her muscles tensing and releasing in waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Then, she lost control, succumbing to a full-body orgasm that sent shivers through my entire being. Her body rocked violently, her limbs flailing as she reached the peak of her pleasure. In that moment of pure ecstasy, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, releasing a torrent of cum in a rapid succession of forceful strokes. The first stream hit her face squarely, exploding across her skin like a burst of white fire. The following streams landed on her lips, dripping down her chin and neck, coating her in a glistening layer of my precious fluid.

I watched, mesmerized, as she writhed in her ecstasy, her face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain. It looked so hot and sexy seeing my cum unloaded on her face, a testament to the raw, untamed power of our passion. It made my cock stay firm for a while longer than normal, a lingering reminder of the incredible experience we had just shared.

We changed positions again, this time with her lying on her back on the edge of the bed, her legs slightly bent. Gently, I inserted my leaking cock into her mouth, watching as she continued to rub her clit with increasing urgency. Encouraging her, I stroked myself, maintaining a steady rhythm that complemented her frantic movements. She moaned and cried out, her body arching in response to the escalating pleasure, and her pussy continued to swell with each thrust.

As she neared the precipice of another orgasm, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, releasing another wave of cum into her waiting depths. This time, she didn’t even bother to close her eyes; she simply submitted to the pleasure, letting out a final, desperate moan before collapsing into a breathless heap.

We were both spent, utterly drained of energy, yet completely satisfied. I grabbed some underwear to clean off her beautiful face, wiping away the last traces of my cum, and then wiped my own wet cock down, savoring the lingering scent of our shared passion. As we lay there, intertwined and exhausted, we couldn't help but thank God for the gift of sex, for the incredible pleasure it brought us. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside our secluded cabin, we had found a sanctuary of love, lust, and pure, unadulterated bliss. The memory of the night, the feel of her skin, the taste of her cum, would forever be etched in my mind, a constant reminder of the exquisite pleasure we had experienced.

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