The Fuckening Part III
“Feel me filling you” She said thrusting faster and faster, “feel me” She murmured into his moans, that grew louder. The stinging clap of Her hips meeting his bulbous flesh, faster and faster.
He could feel the intensity in himself building to a feverish pitch, unable to contain his moans, unable to stop his body from trembling and convulsing, from the back of his neck, between his shoulder blades spreading out into his arms, down his spine to between his legs, a fire raging. “This is the Fuckening” She exclaimed, “cum for me now”.
His body tensed and clutched around a single point, from deep inside his body at the tip of Her cock an explosive quake sent wave after wave of hot cum up into his abdomen, “Yes” cried Mistress, then Her own body shuddered “yesssss” she echoed in a thrust of air that cooled his spine and sent shivers into Her own trembling frame.
Their bodies shattered as glass to a frenzied pitch, in a pile on the bed where they lay for what would later redefine the definition of the what constitutes an eternity.
These panties fill me in ways no other panties have, from the way they spread my cheeks to the way they cinch my abdomen.
That’s what makes these panties special ?
