The Sweetest Gift of the Night: My Hole Fucked Hard.
I had just arrived to the street corner and I could hardly contain my excitement. I was ready for what I had been hoping for all night: to feel my tightest, most sacred of holes fucked hard. I had met this cute guy upstairs in a bar a few hours before and we had started talking; I could feel the spark between us and I sensed that our attraction wasn’t only for conversation. He had greedy lips and a playful smile, and all I could think about was giving over to whatever was about to happen.
We made our way out of the bar and we kissed as soon as we got to the street corner; the intensity was overwhelming and our bodies melded as one. With reckless abandon, we undressed one another and I gasped in pleasure as his hands explored my body and his lips tasted and teased my sensitive areas. When he finally got to my hole, my heart raced and my body was ready for what was to come: the sweetest gift of the night – my hole getting fucked hard.
Table of Contents
- 1.The Velvet Pleasure of His Touch
- 2.Thrilling the Night Away
- 3.The Passionate Embrace of His Hole
- 4.The Sweetest Gift of the Night: My Hole Fucked Hard
- To Conclude
1.The Velvet Pleasure of His Touch
I felt my way around his body as I lay nestled in his muscular arms. His broad chest heaved as he sighed, and he smelled like sweet musk. I sighed, too, reveling in his soft skin and exploring the contours of his body as my hands moved lower and lower. His every exhale whispered his wanting.
My hands moved to his cock, stroking it until it was hard and ready. I could feel his veins pulsing beneath my fingers like an beckoning river. Slowly, I pushed myself up and straddled his lap, facing him. Our eyes met, and all I wanted was to feel what I could not taste.
Taking my cue, he grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. I felt the tip of him pressing into me, and I gasped as he entered me fully. I threw my head back and moaned as he moved inside me, until I was trembling with pleasure.
His thrusts were rough and primitive, and I relished every second of it. His fingers dug into my flesh as he pounded me harder and harder, filling me up and pushing me to the edge of powerlessness. I felt his breath on my neck as I reached my peak, and I shattered in his embrace.
That night I received the sweetest gift of all: love so raw it was almost violent. Every time I recall , I’m taken away to a place of pure bliss and pleasure.
2.Thrilling the Night Away
First Ecstasy: My heart was pounding in anticipation of what was to come, the moment I felt his strong arms brushed against my body I knew that he shared the same craving as I did. We quickly shifted to the bed and started exploring each other’s flesh with frenzy and passion. Soon his hand was inside me teasing my inner walls, coaxing my body to respond more fervently before his lips found my cock eagerly. His tongue unhinged the tightness I felt and I groaned in pleasure loudly, arching my back to allow him a better access.
Hard and Intense: He then turned me on my stomach and my mind instantly raced with anticipation. His oiled fingers found my hole and deliciously teased it. I felt my hips start to move on their own, pushing back against him to get more pleasure. His thrusts grew harder and faster, sending shivers down my spine and I was soon on the verge of exploding. He then grabbed my hips tight and went even deeper, making me scream his name out in pleasure. Every stroke felt exquisite, and I was soon lost in one of the most intense orgasms I had ever felt.
3.The Passionate Embrace of His Hole
My cock felt a surge of electricity as his long fingers delicately explored my skin, his touch leaving me weak with anticipation. I was ready – I wanted his hard thrusts inside me more than anything in the world. And then, I felt it – the delicious thrust of his manhood entering my tight hole as he pinned my body against the wall. The raw power of his thrusts were like a storm brewing in my pelvis; with each powerful thrust I could feel wave after wave of pleasure radiating outward from my core.
His orgasm was like a thunderclap, shaking me to my core and making my insides quiver. As he came deep inside of me, my body wrapped around him tightly, capitalizing on every last moment of pleasure before he finished. With each rise and fall of his hips, I felt a heavy weight of sweet ecstasy flooding my senses. I never wanted it to stop, but I knew it would soon, and the memory of that magical night would remain with me forever.
4.The Sweetest Gift of the Night: My Hole Fucked Hard
Flipping onto my stomach, something oily kept my skin warm. His hands then moved around my waist, pressing his body into my back. I felt the rigidness of his cock against my ass. He was ready. I started to tremble, equally excited and nervous. He adjusted my body into the position he desired—legs spread, arms stretched, ass raised—prepared to receive the deepest of offerings.
I knew I had opened myself up to him and we had become co-conspirators in physical expression. His thrusts become heavier and more powerful, overwhelming my senses. At times I felt like I was slipping away; pleasure and sensation were too intense for me to remain present. With every motion he drove me closer to the edge. He seemed to know when I was ready to burst and then he’d pull me back with one final thrust. The rest of the night was nothing but energy, motion, and sweat. His thrusts continued to drive an energy of pleasure and pain that sent me hurdling into a euphoric bliss and in that moment I opened up in ways I’d never thought possible, a reminder of the beauty and power of being truly connected. This was the sweetest gift of the night—my hole fucked hard.
To Conclude
The sweetest gift of the night ended up being me, here and in his arms, my ass being filled and our desire consuming us both. My hole being fucked hard from behind and my skin getting wetter and wetter as I felt the friction of his cock inside me, of the love making running wild and shaking my body with pleasure and surrender. As I lay there underneath him in those moments, I realized that I was neither wayward nor lost anymore, because I had found my home, in my body, in my desires.
Intoxicated with emotion, I embraced the night and all of its glorious gifts. Those moments, now a memory, linger in my heart as a reminder of love’s powerful glory.
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