[ With her skirt well out of the way, Ferdinand had quite the view. The position did keep him from seeing the attractive sway of her breasts, of course, which was a necessary sacrifice to take her from behind, but her turning her head served the purpose of letting him see the glistening streaks of semen still marking her. It was a wonderful reminder of how good she was on her knees for him, and it only further fueled a hunger she made insatiable.
And the view of what parts of her body he could see was still immaculate, too. Her shapely bottom looked perfect, a light shade of red from where his hand had struck skin. As one hand moved from his cock to wrap around her hip and find her neglected clit, the other spanked her again, only slightly less loud than the first time. ]
How cruel of me to keep you waiting for so long. I hope you can forgive me.
[ His voice grew a bit gruff as he spoke, strained by exertion and pleasure. His hips rolled steadily, his pelvis pressing against her as he focused less on simple, brute thrusting and more on churning within her.
His fingers, meanwhile, deftly found her sensitive bud, and the first two pressed upon its hood, stroking up and down. His touch was firm, his pace steady but insistent. He was in no hurry to get her off, but he had no interest in simply teasing her, either.
A vision flashed in his mind, of her sitting astride his lap in the back of a dark theater with her clothing pushed well out of the way; her belly, showing the most subtle of signs that his seed had taken; her pussy, stuffed full of his cock. Next to them, a faceless someone sitting quietly, admiring the view. Perhaps even pleasuring himself, perhaps even intending to help him mark her body.
He shook the idea from his imagination, his cheeks burning brightly. In its stead, he focused on how she felt around him, how she would feel around him once he filled her hole with his cum and claimed her pussy just as he'd claimed her face and breasts. ]
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And the view of what parts of her body he could see was still immaculate, too. Her shapely bottom looked perfect, a light shade of red from where his hand had struck skin. As one hand moved from his cock to wrap around her hip and find her neglected clit, the other spanked her again, only slightly less loud than the first time. ]
How cruel of me to keep you waiting for so long. I hope you can forgive me.
[ His voice grew a bit gruff as he spoke, strained by exertion and pleasure. His hips rolled steadily, his pelvis pressing against her as he focused less on simple, brute thrusting and more on churning within her.
His fingers, meanwhile, deftly found her sensitive bud, and the first two pressed upon its hood, stroking up and down. His touch was firm, his pace steady but insistent. He was in no hurry to get her off, but he had no interest in simply teasing her, either.
A vision flashed in his mind, of her sitting astride his lap in the back of a dark theater with her clothing pushed well out of the way; her belly, showing the most subtle of signs that his seed had taken; her pussy, stuffed full of his cock. Next to them, a faceless someone sitting quietly, admiring the view. Perhaps even pleasuring himself, perhaps even intending to help him mark her body.
He shook the idea from his imagination, his cheeks burning brightly. In its stead, he focused on how she felt around him, how she would feel around him once he filled her hole with his cum and claimed her pussy just as he'd claimed her face and breasts. ]