My romp with Salim Ahmad 2

He kneeled between my legs and brought my hips upward under the guide of his hands. He lowered my buttocks onto his knees so that was at an angle and at his mercy. I watched as he grabbed his penis, thick and hard as it already was. I watched as hand and penis, together, gave my already beaten, pounded and stretched pubic area a good spanking. His bulbous head was being slapped against my pubic bone with what seemed a great deal of force. With each slap, I swear I saw his shaft swell, being led by the growth of his mushroom tip. I was watching this while fully aware of how wet the slight thump-sting to my already sensitive area was causing me to become more hot and turned on by this man.

By the time my hips began tilting even higher, begging for a better beating, he was to his full erectus and ready to drive me home. He pushed my knees upward, freeing his legs from bracing my buttocks and inched forward until he was positioned, as he wanted. I recall feeling his thighs against the backs of mine and how the seconds before first thrust seemed to last a lifetime. Suddenly and finally, I felt his marble-hard penis force its way into my tender vagina, guarded by two delicate but strong lips. I felt the head, slightly pointed, large ridged, and hot push its way in. His organ was intensely hard and smooth and had a strong brute force as it lent its strength to the head. The head hit the back of my pussy with a fury and passion equal to none but my own. A strong and sharp pain filled my vagina for a moment, leaving me aching for more.