The big bull-8

I started crying out in extreme bliss. “Fuck me more! I’m your cunt slut! Fuck me!”

“You know it! You fuckin’ pussy cunt!” he thundered back. Then he grabbed me by the ankles and planted my feet on his wet chest. They slid a bit on his slicked body but he held my ankles tightly in place. I was now totally supported on top of him. He thrust up into me and I thrust down to meet him. We were both moaning in pleasure; we were two wild animals in total ecstasy. I could not believe how long we both could last. I never wanted it to end and neither did Bull.

I thought he must be getting close to cumming, but he suddenly pulled me back up towards him. He grabbed onto my waist and I straddled him again in an upright position. Not being able to move as I was wedged on top of him, he lumbered up, and I hung onto his thick sopping neck. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and moved to a sitting position. He squeezed his arms around me and stood up in one clumsy motion. I was able to wrap my legs around his waist and my aching hole squeezed tight. Now up on top of him, he carried me around his bedroom. His cock comfortably locked inside of me.