7 BD Make Out II

Mark was enjoying his time with Lana Rel. He was deliberately punishing her and making her go crazy; he tormented her. He knew her body so well and knew where he needed to touch to spark a fire, and he took advantage of this, leaving Lana completely vulnerable. As he rubbed the slick bead of her clit with his pursed lips, she took a final struggle as she tried locking his head in between her thighs, which she couldn't. Lana begged for the straps to be removed, driving her insane. "Fuck…You make me feel so glorious," Lana moaned at him, sincerity in every word. "You are my goddess," Mark proclaimed before removing the straps on her feet. Lana felt a bit of punishment gone. He released her legs before lifting her foot from the bed to live around it and between her toes with his tongue. "Every inch of you is edible." He said. He extended her leg to quickly suck and nibble on the pad of her big toe. She loved it. It tickled, but she wanted his lips on every part of her body. When he kissed, then traced, the wrinkled arch of Lana's foot with his tongue, she sighed aloud, wondering what she had done to deserve his servitude. Yet she could not be surprised; she had once written an erotic sexual fantasy set in a rich woman's harem that featured the delights of having her toes sucked and nibbled by a score of devotees, but how did he ever know about that. Lana didn't remember herself being drunk before they had intercourse. She wondered, as excitement tickled in her veins and plumped her pussy lips, if that would be his next move. But no, Mark had other plans. He released her foot and sunk his fingers into her warm heat, curling to massage her g-spot while flickering his tongue against the petals of her pussy. These moves had her clutching at the sheets of the bed and pressing her pelvis to receive his questing thrusts. His oral skills had awoken nerve endings, which made her hips thrust and her legs twitch in exquisite torment. "Oh, yes.." Lana bit her lip, trying not to moan too loudly as she climaxed. She let her pleasure soar, flying like a kite on the wind. The endorphin rush uplifted her, but more than that, the slew of emotions. Lana opened her eyes to gaze at Mark. "Kiss me, please," Lana begged him; he could see the desperation in her eyes and leaned forward to kiss her. Perhaps he had punished her enough that he loosened the final straps on her wrists. This man had just taken her to heaven, so she thanked him with a kiss, the most resounding, most passionate kiss she'd ever delivered. His soft lips were coated with her nectar, and Lana eagerly flicked her tongue inside his mouth to glory in the tang of her arousal. "Thank you," her kiss conveyed, "I want you," it urged. Lana teased her darting tongue against his, sparring with lively movements to project her mounting desire. Mark lifted her as they kissed, supporting her buttocks with his hands, and Lana wrapped her legs around his hips. "I'll never let you go," she wanted to say, while his embrace promised protection and ownership. "You're mine, wench," Mark's voice held a steely determination, "and I will use you as I see fit." "Yes, my lord," she giggled as he raised her, ready to penetrate her. He lowered his mouth to hers and claimed her body at two junctures, quickly thrusting his length home. Lala gladly accepted his invasion of her slippery depths and locked her legs around his hips, seeking to draw him deeper. Their kiss intensified with this fusion, heat on heat, muscle within the muscle. "You're right, but I want you tighter," Mark grunted before he positioned Lala's thighs together. Now he powered into her pussy with deep gouges. She was eager to experience the raw girth of him, the iron hardness she had awoken. She felt the hardness of his thrust, but all she could utter were moans of pleasure. Lala panted as he bucked his hips. His size stretched her, but she was eager to take it all inside. She had yearned to feel the demonstration of something like this all those past months. Now she moved her hips towards his, meeting his every downstroke with an upstroke. Burning female desire and lust careened through her veins until Lala thought she must glow with arousal. Marks' expression of loving intensity melted her heart, and she reciprocated his gaze with smoldering looks. As Lala bit her lip, she rocked her pelvis; her pussy walls pulsed around the dimensions of his powerful tool. "Fuck me as hard as you like," she groaned, "Take me and make me your own." Mark had his thighs outside of hers. Molding and pressing handfuls of soft flesh, he grasped her buttocks in his firm, capable hands. He handled her as if she were a sex doll, here purely for his pleasure. The tension built, and Lala's body sang to his rhythm and tune. For a moment, she thought Mark was coming, so she clenched her muscles around him. She gripped with internal throbs as he thrust, but she should have known better; this tiger had more in his tank! He was going to love her for hours to fulfill his promise to alternately make her climb the walls from desire and to have her soar over the mountains with pleasure. He wasn't kidding about that: Lala pushed up to a seated position using her arms, eager to kiss him. She pressed her lips to his, thinking she could kiss him all day and never grow tired. But she had a plan to take control, so she sat further into his lap, and they swiveled around together, never breaking their sexy connection. Now, she could ride on top. Cowgirl was Lala's favorite position, and she saved the best til last. Fucking herself on Mark's joystick, she could feel every inch of his mighty cock impaling her. Even simply rocking her hips against him sent waves of sensation rippling through her core, massaging her pussy to new heights of arousal. "Ride me, baby," Mark urged. Lala sensed the strain in his voice. Likely, he couldn't hold out much longer; he felt so much, and she wouldn't want to deny him satisfaction. She pressed her dainty hands to his muscled abdomen, hard as a rock but warm to the touch. Using his body for leverage, she began rising and falling on his slippery pole. Flames of passion licked at her core, and flutters of expectation tumbled with pulsing clutches as she worked her muscles around his girth. Mark spurred her on with thrusts of his hips while he reached for her neat breasts, jiggling temptingly above him. His grasp was no longer tender, but when he crushed the flesh in his strong hand, her nipples awoke with a flash of pleasure mixed with pain that seemed hotwired to her clitoris. This bolt of sensation supercharged her with a frenzy, and Lala leaned back, bracing her hands against his firm thighs, to rock harder and more urgently. He was just too excellent and knew every part of her body. Lala trusted her body to his care and begged for more touches. He thrust her till she had no strength left.