Four on the Floor: A Passionate Plea

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless, insistent rhythm that mirrored the frantic beat of my own pulse. It had been a long, slow simmer all day, a building tension that finally erupted in a primal need. My wife, Seraphina, lay beside me, her body a sculpted masterpiece of curves and shadows in the dim light of the bedroom. The scent of her skin, warm and musky, filled my senses, pulling me deeper into this intoxicating moment. I’d been watching her, really watching her, for weeks now, captivated by the sheer power and beauty of her physicality. The way her muscles flexed beneath her skin, the subtle movements of her breathing, the way she simply *existed* – it was a constant, mesmerizing display that fueled my desire.

This morning had started innocently enough, a shared exploration of pleasure that quickly escalated into something far more intense. We were both lying on our backs, our bodies intertwined, when the familiar spark ignited. My hand found its way to my cock, the smooth, firm head a beacon of anticipation, while my other hand explored the delicate dance of her favorite bullet vibrator against her clitoris. The vibrations intensified, building into a crescendo of heat that threatened to consume us both. We continued this shared frenzy, each stroke feeding the other’s insatiable hunger, until the point of no return arrived. Her clitoris was burning, her breath ragged and shallow, her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned with a desperate, animalistic pleasure. I grunted with a guttural growl, my own body responding in kind, my muscles tensing with every thrust.

The urge to move beyond the passive pleasure of mutual masturbation became overwhelming. I needed more, a deeper connection, a more complete surrender. Without a word, I reached for the small, soft, supple flesh of her thighs, gently pulling them apart to widen the space between them. It felt exquisite, a thrilling invitation to explore the depths of her being. She didn’t resist, her body arching slightly in anticipation, her wet pussy practically begging for release. I knew exactly what I wanted, what she craved, and I wasn't about to deny her this moment of unadulterated bliss.

The thought solidified in my mind, and I began to move swiftly, deliberately, between her legs. My hand swiftly removed the bullet vibrator, not wanting any foreign objects interfering with the raw, primal experience we were about to embark upon. The sensation of her warm, yielding flesh against my own hard cock was unbelievably intense, sending shivers of pure lust through my veins. I wanted to dominate, to conquer, to claim her completely, and the sight of her exposed, vulnerable body fueled my every move. Her body arched higher, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I pressed my cock deep into the confines of her wet, tight pussy. Hard slapping noises resonated between us as we pounded into each other, our bodies locked in a desperate embrace of pleasure.

As we continued our frenzied assault, her hand instinctively slid down her shaft, rubbing her erect clitoris with an urgent, desperate need. I could feel the heat intensifying, the anticipation building to an unbearable pitch. My own ballsac was tightening, pulling up to my cock in a desperate attempt to release the impending deluge. It felt like an eternity, each moment stretched and distorted by the sheer intensity of our shared desire. I gripped her ankles, pulling them wide, forcing her to stretch her legs to their absolute limit. The muscles in her thighs screamed in protest, but she didn't flinch, didn't break contact, her body a willing participant in our mutual madness.

Finally, the moment arrived. A wave of heat washed over me, and I knew, without a doubt, that I was about to unleash the torrent I’d been building for so long. I pulled my rock-hard cock out of her soaking cunt, a triumphant roar escaping my lips. “Get on all fours!” I commanded, my voice thick with lust and dominance.

Seraphina didn’t hesitate. She arched her back, lowering herself onto her hands and knees, offering her beautiful, juicy pussy to my eager conquest. The sight of her exposed, vulnerable body sent a jolt of pure pleasure through me. Her wide-open eyes reflected the raw intensity of the moment, and her breathing grew heavier, faster, as she awaited my touch. I moved into position, my cock hanging between her legs, feeling the exquisite tension in her muscles, anticipating the pleasure that awaited. She quickly guided my pulsating purple head into her vagina, a silent invitation to begin the descent.

The sensation was indescribable, a perfect blend of wetness and tightness, a feeling that bordered on religious ecstasy. I pulled her butt cheeks apart, pausing for a moment to soak in the breathtaking view of her magnificent, perfectly sculpted ass. The muscles flexed beneath her skin, the curve of her hips a testament to her natural beauty. My cock then began to slide in and out of her at a rapid pace, hitting her g-spot repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. I reached around and found her hard clit, instantly recognizing the potent trigger it represented. This position, combined with the rhythmic rubbing of her clitoris, always pushed her over the edge, and this time was no different. “Oh fuck! Aww, fuck yes, yes,” she shrieked, her voice laced with unrestrained pleasure.

Driven by the sheer force of her ecstasy, I increased the pressure, digging deeper into her, applying more force with each thrust. My other hand gripped onto her left tit, holding it firmly as the ride became even wilder, even more intense. The swell of her nipple, full and swollen, felt incredibly stimulating, a tangible representation of her escalating pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, a chaotic blend of sensations that left me breathless and gasping for air.

Then, suddenly, she came. A guttural yell ripped from her throat, followed by a sharp, involuntary stiffening as a powerful orgasm took control of her body. Her entire being convulsed with pleasure, her muscles clenching and releasing in a frenzied rhythm. I quickly grabbed and held onto her hips, keeping her under control as I plunged a final, desperate series of hard strokes into her depths. The world narrowed, focused entirely on the exquisite pleasure of the moment. My cock exploded shortly afterward, a torrent of white fluid erupting from my slit, a testament to the raw, unbridled power of our shared desire. "I'm cumming! Oh fuck, I'm cumming, awww!" I screamed, losing all control, succumbing completely to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Cum on my back, please cum right here,” she replied, pointing with her hand towards the area on her back right above her ass. It was more than I could handle, the sheer intensity of the moment pushing me to the brink. Streams of hot white cum shot out of my slit, dripping down into her ass crack, then cascading onto her back and butt, creating a wet, sticky mess that clung to her skin. Every last drop of cum was drained out of me, leaving me spent, breathless, and utterly satisfied.

Slowly, we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies intertwined in a tangled mess of limbs and pleasure. I massaged my cock into her as we both breathed heavily, savoring the lingering sensations, the echoes of our shared ecstasy. “Love you,” she gasped, her voice weak with exhaustion. "I love you too," I replied, pulling her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, lost in the blissful aftermath of our mutual domination. The rain continued to hammer against the windows, a constant reminder of the wild, passionate night we had just experienced. As we drifted off to sleep, nestled together in the darkness, I knew that this was just the beginning of our descent into pleasure, a never-ending quest for sensation and release.

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