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The author is currently at work on “Wanderlust: The Erotic Adventures of Samson,” a multi-volume account of his orgiastic exploits.
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Before Claudia could demand a rematch, the young Lothario had already flung her companion onto the bed. And by the time her back hit the sheet, he positioned himself between her thighs and thrust forward, eliciting a sudden, sharp intake of breath and a long, ecstatic moan as his hard cock mashed against her sensitive clit.
The youth gave an arrogant, self-satisfied smile and said, with a chuckle, “You know this is my first time with a woman. Did I find the right spot?”
Her mouth refusing to close, Isabella just groaned and nodded her head. So he pushed the huge mushroom head about halfway in and rotated in around a bit, which led to much heavier panting and louder grunts and moans. Encouraged, he pushed the head fully inside causing her to scream out, “Oh, Sweet Jesus! You’re so fucking huge…oh … OH!”. He followed with a few shorter thrusts and …“Oh, Samson, you’re too big…I don’t know if I can..” In and out. “Oh no! Oh shit! I’m gonna come already…” And she did. That fast. And her hot, tight vagina clamped down hard on his massive pole.
“And just think. I’m only half-way in,” boasted the young Lord as she finished her climax. “Let me try a little further…” “NO! Don’t! I ….Unh! …, Unngh! … I can’t. Oh-h-h…, “ In and out, back and forth. “Oh, that feels so fucking good.., ah!.., AH!…” Isabella’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as her young paramour slamfucked her with all his might.
“Submit to your Lord, wench!” he roared, thrusting harder and faster.
“Come for your Lord, wench!”
“I can’t.. Nnghh!..Fuck!..Nnnng!”
The boy wencher angled his member so it scraped against her clit.
“I don’t believe it! I’m gonna come again! Aaaaaaaagggggghhh!”
“That’s not good enough! I want you to come harder! Do it!”
The virgin stud savagely thrust his weapon all the way into her innermost depths. And he stayed at that point until her womb began to quake with indescribable intensity. And in the great wave that swept over her body, she came: a glorious buttshaking, thigh-twitching, clit-clenching, teeth-gnashing, tongue-biting, eye-rolling, toe-curling, hair-standing monster of a climax. She saw angels on horseback riding his shoulders, naked and copulating, their steeds blowing fire from their nostrils. She could smell the smoke, and feel the flames in her swollen pussy. Isabella was one with her man, one with her maker, her lovemaker. If she had just the smallest bit of air left in her lungs, she would have sung for joy.