Chapter 9

Carina reached up and touched his chest, running her hands over it, brushing her fingers through the light hair in the narrow channel between Damian's abs. Carina seemed as enthralled by his nipples as he was with hers. From time to time, Carina craned her head to glance at their hips, moving with urgency, as if keen to glimpse the thick appendage that she could feel gliding through her depths. She seemed startled and perhaps a little amused at how generously her body coated it with a viscid film.

After a while, a change of positions was sorely needed. They came at a few inches to the left, Damian enjoyed the view of the deeply swinging boobs hanging beneath her chest as Carina shimmied over. The large mounds of her buttocks wavered as she moved her legs further apart and pressed her hips back, expanding the sopping flesh of her wet vagina in his direction. He was so anxious to slip smoothly back inside her that he grabbed hold of her bum before she even finished settling into place. He dunked himself back into the slick canal that awaited him, then resumed thrusting, driving deeper and deeper into the humid interior of her body and watching himself glide back outward again, further coated in her warm emissions.

Carina began moaning loudly, pressing her face down into the soft cushion beneath them, her face twisted into a wonderful crisis. "Oh... Damian." she whimpered suddenly.

Nothing could compete with the raw experience of pleasure seizing her body at that moment.

"Yes!" she cried out before taking another gasp of air. "Mmmmh," she moaned again, before flirting with her continued desire to vocalize her passions.

Carina's words were so charged, so flecked with the self-indulgent taboo. High on adrenaline and driven wild by the thrill of her pleasure, Damian pumped inside her as fast and hard as he could, listening to the slap of his body against her soft flesh and the flopping of her loose breasts.

Carina came at the intensity of their lovemaking. She eased her hips into a position that allowed her thighs to widen for him. Damian shuffled forward on his knees, overtly conscious of his raging penis that extended outward before his body and swung madly from side to side.

Grasping Carina's buttocks and positioning his penis between her thighs. There he found the hairy portal to her body splitting open to reveal a deep pink canal.

I eased my cock forward, clearing her lips and gliding smoothly into her body. It was a momentous experience as I felt Venessa expanding, the tight walls of her vaginal canal snuggly grasping my hard shaft on all sides. Venessa gasped softly, then let out a muffled groan.

Damian was engrossed in the sublime sensation of dense, hardened flesh plunging through flesh that was yielding, soft, and slick. He gawked at the peachy roundness of her tight bum, the compact wobble of her cheeks, the way they compressed in his hands as he squeezed and kneaded them happily. He watched the glistening rod of his penis driving deep into her body and then out again, glazed with a creamy film as she coated it in her cum.

The air filled with the music of Carina's happy cries and the powerful odors of their aroused bodies intermingling.

Damian began to pound Carina harder, listening to the volume of her moans increasing. He watched the rippling of her spongy flesh receive the impact of his body, the gluey strands of her cum forming at the entrance of her vagina, the frantic swing of her loose breasts as they jostled beneath her body. It suddenly felt warm and steamy. His vision briefly blurred as he became overwhelmed with pleasure, hearing only the regular smack of one body recoiling against another.

Damian pulled out of Carina's vagina then laid back and watched as she sunk her firm buttocks over his groin, letting his upright penis ease deep into her vagina once again. Propping herself up atop his body, she let out a small sigh and he could see the slow creep of her smile reforming at the edge of her face. For the next few moments, he enjoyed watching her in the driver's seat, holding all the power over both her pleasure and his. She began to roll her hips with a steady rhythm, grinding firmly against his body. With each urgent gyration, her cheeks flexed open, revealing the rosy pucker of her anus and the two dampened lips gaping open to devour his penis like a hungry, seething mouth.

As her pleasure increased, Carina began to scoop her hips faster, whipping them back and forth aggressively, causing the loose mounds of her clammy flesh to wobble and quiver. Suddenly, her head hung low. Her face, lost in a forest of fallen hair, briefly emerged now and then emit a soft moan and flashed her blue eyes indiscriminately about the room. Damian found himself lost in the blissful scent of her arousal.

Carina swung her whole body upright, arching her back and extending her chest. Damian's hand traveled up the front of her body to cup and fondle her breasts. Carina delighted in pinching her nipples as she transitioned from a rolling motion to a frantic bounce. As she threw her hair back and moaned, he briefly caught a glimpse of her face. It was awash with pure, unadulterated joy. She continued to spring up and down, driving his swollen penis up through the tight inner canal of her body over and over again. She began to laugh softly, letting her head bob about drunkenly. It seemed as if she was riding some sex toy for the first time, ecstatic with bliss and shock over the unexpected degree of pleasure she could coax out of the hard, protracted object that penetrated her so deeply.

Carina spun around so quickly that it caught Damian off guard. Her eyes immediately searched for his until they firmly connected. With an expression of great joy, she placed her hands gently on his chest, readjusting her hips until she was comfortably impaled on his penis again. Carina sat up in his lap, swinging her hair out of her face and lowering her eyes to his to offer a hungry stare. Her body began moving again, winding like a serpent, unwilling or unable to take even the briefest pause in the fierce desire to derive maximum pleasure from his body. Their eyes remained locked like that, transmitting urgent signals about how badly they wanted one another and how wonderful it felt to be doing what we were doing.