I was going at it hard, really giving it my all. Every time I pulled out, just the tip of my dick stayed inside, and when I pushed back in, I put my whole weight into it.
After a bit, Emily's body would lift off the bed for a second before crashing back down. Her boobs were straining against her nightgown, almost like they were trying to break free, making me quite aroused.
Honestly, her chest wasn't even that big, so it was kind of surprising to see. It made me even more curious about what her breasts were like, and if they'd be fun to play with.
Thinking about it, I couldn't resist anymore. I pushed her nightgown up to her shoulders, revealing her bare breasts. They bounced with a rhythm like they were dancing just for me.
I reached out and squeezed her breast, playing it in my hands like water balloons. Emily seemed to love it. She grabbed one of her own breasts and started playing with it too, just like I was.
Her face showed pure pleasure like she was lost in the moment. She even started touching her mouth, licking her fingers every now and then.
Emily was the most uninhibited woman I'd ever been with, even giving me a feeling that she had been with numerous men.
"You're insatiable," I teased her softly.
To my surprise, she responded, mumbling around her fingers, "Yeah, you're right... I am insatiable... I just love being fucked by you. So good... it feels so good... Your cock is so big... Oh... yes."
Watching her like that, all my hidden desires came rushing to the surface. I lifted one of her legs and pressed it against her body, almost folding her in half.
I knelt down, toes pointed up for support, and straightened my back. One hand gripped her waist, the other held her thigh. Her butt was lifted off the bed, and I thrust into her hard, making a loud, rhythmic noise.
The bed was shaking; the windows were rattling like there was a storm outside. But it was just the storm of our passion. Emily's pussy was dripping with juices, soaking the bed.
Every few thrusts, a little stream of her juices would squirt out, sometimes hitting my balls, sometimes my stomach, feeling warm and comforting.
It seemed like Emily had the potential to squirt. If I fucked her just right, she could gush like a fountain, and the thought of it was incredibly exciting, making me increasingly aroused as I fucked her.
I gradually lifted both of her legs onto my shoulders, pressing her thighs against me with both hands and knelt in front of her, thrusting vigorously.
With each powerful thrust, her pussy gushed with sweet juices, soaking the sheets until they were drenched in our passion.
Emily hit her first climax of the morning.
Her feet were on my shoulders, her legs wrapping around my neck, lifting her butt to make my cock go even deeper.
Seeing her like that, I felt the urge to cum for the first time.
I grabbed her butt with both hands, leaned forward, and thrust deep into her pussy, hitting that soft, sensitive spot inside her.
I kept pushing there, then shot a thick load of cum, filling her up completely.
Emily, who was already trembling, shook even more violently after I came, her body moving in waves.
Even after cumming, my cock didn't go soft. I kept moving, gently and slowly thrusting into her pussy, rubbing against it.
In no time, I was hard again. I spread her legs apart, pressing them to the sides.
Her legs were wide open, almost in a perfect split, and her pussy gaped with the movement, her clit just starting to peek out.
"Hold your thighs, I'm gonna fuck you hard," I commanded coldly.
Now, I was like a machine, treating Emily as a tool to satisfy my desires.
Looking at me with lust, Emily grabbed her thighs, pulling them towards herself.
I knelt on the bed and moved towards her. My cock was rock hard, standing between her legs without needing support.
I didn't even need to guide it; just a movement of my hips and I was inside her pussy.
With one hand on her waist, pressing her butt to my abdomen, and the other hand stimulating her clit, I thrust rapidly into her pussy.
Barely having recovered from her climax, Emily once again commenced her licentious moans.
"Be gentle... I can't take it. So good... It feels so good... be gentle."
She had just climaxed, and her pussy was super sensitive. Only intense fucking could make her climax again and again quickly.
This was what made the pleasure so intense, so I couldn't slow down despite her pleas.
I kept thrusting hard, my balls slapping against her pussy, making a crisp sound.
It felt like even my balls were being sucked in.
Why did her pussy have this magic that others didn't?
Why did it feel tighter the harder I fucked her?
Even my thrusts felt a lot of resistance.
I couldn't help but smack her butt. "Don't suck so tight, do you still want to be fucked?"