Chapter 2- Wow, who is this woman (R18)
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The dual sensations of his force on her neck and his fingers brought her even closer to the brink. Her hands clutched the sheets, her body writhing beneath him as she chased the elusive peak.
Vincent withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the head of his cock. He teased her, rubbing against her clit, coating himself in her wetness. She gripped his hands, nails digging into his skin, trying to pull him inside. Her pussy already dripping wet with her love juices moved as if begging for a release.
"Fuck me already, dear," she demanded, her voice husky with desire and impatience. Her breaths already laboured.
Vincent chuckled at her impatience, a hint of amusement dancing in his deep black eyes. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his throbbing cock nudging against her slick folds. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, the sensation of her tight, hot walls enveloping him making him groan in pleasure.
Her eyes widened as he filled her up with his big shaft, her eyes almost rolled and a cry of ecstasy escaping her lips as he bottomed out inside her. He began to move, his hips rolling in a deep, rhythmic motion that sent waves of pleasure crashing over her. Each thrust drove him deeper, the sensation of being completely filled an intoxicating delight that made her want more.
Vincent’s grip on her neck tightened gently, his mouth claiming hers in a searing kiss that muffled her moans. Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, their desire a tangible force that fueled each touch, each caress. His big cock thrusted deep inside her pussy with greater speed like a piston. The sound of flesh colliding against each other filled the room.
*Pat *Pat* *Pat*
Their desire peaked, driving them inexorably towards ecstasy. Each thrust brought them closer, their bodies intertwined in a dance of raw lust. Vincent felt her inner walls tighten around him, signaling the approach of her climax. With a deep, forceful thrust, he sent her tumbling into the abyss of pleasure, her body shuddering beneath him as she cried out in rapture.
As Vincent and the woman reached the climax of their passionate encounter, their movements became more intense and urgent. Vincent, driven by a primal desire, wrapped his hand around the woman’s neck, applying gentle pressure. Simultaneously, Vincent sealed his lips with hers in a deep, intense kiss. This kiss not only added to the intimacy of the moment but also further restricted her airflow. The combination of the choke-hold and the kiss created a powerful mix of pleasure and controlled breathlessness.
As Vincent thrust deeply into her pussy, the intensity of the sensations overwhelmed both of them. The woman, caught in the throes of passion and the heightened state induced by the restricted airflow, found herself teetering on the edge of consciousness. The lack of oxygen, combined with the intense pleasure, pushed her into a state of euphoric faintness.
Eventually, the overwhelming sensations caused her to faint. Her body went limp, and she slipped into unconsciousness. Vincent kept banging until he was close to finishing. Vincent, quickly pulled his shaft out of her pussy with a *plop* sound and quickly moved upwards cumming all over her beautiful face. He didn’t know who this woman was; otherwise, he would definitely have let her taste his seed.
As Vincent returned to his senses, a twinge of regret flickered through his mind. Not for making her faint—but for not asking her name. He looked at her lying there, her chest rising and falling gently, her face a picture of serene beauty even with his release marking her skin. He reached out, brushing a strand of golden hair away from her face, a gesture that was almost tender. He has been going at it for almost an hour and his waist ached a bit.