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Letter from my Pussy…
(A night of lovemaking)
Even though it's been nine torturous months (feels like forever) since you last ravished my body. Laying here naked in bed with the rain pounding against my windowpane-I can feel you deep inside my wetness. The strength of your arms so powerful, yet so tender as you embraced me in the warmth of your black manhood. It's during moments of such intense passion when it sometimes feels as if I'm about to explode inside, I would do anything you ask of me-and I have.
Like a tap dancer going out in a blaze of glory, the rain rhythmically dances to its own passioned beat unaware of its immediate surroundings; the only thing of consequence is to unleash its fury on my window.
Every part of my body aches to feel the hardness of your black cock thrusting deep into the abyss of a pussy so wet you can take a shower in it. I long to feel you descending on me knowing that at any second, the soft lips of my pussy will be invaded and filled with a heat so intense, my first orgasm will already have given birth and shaken my insides to its core. I miss feeling your huge basketball hands palming my ass as you mount my pussy doggy style riding me deep into the sunset. The feel of your cock slick and wet from my womanly juices, pounding, driving me into submission until it feels as if you were touching my pussy's soul. My face smashed into the pillow, my two fists grabbing hold of the sheets, I ride your cock like a surfer riding the big wave. With every thrust of your sweet candy cock, my pussy would cry pleasures of pain of just how wonderful it felt to be loved by you, to be wanted by you with such a ferocity. Then without warning, you would flip the script making the dick that much sweeter, making my pussy so much wetter. Sliding in out of me so slow feels like sweet pain, but a pain that curls my toes and makes me want you more. You would then slide all the way out, and the anticipation of when you would penetrate my eagerly waiting dripping pussy would drive me insane in just that mili-second of waiting. Every stroke of your cock is worth the wait, my baby.
The night is still young, the world has gone to sleep and it's those moments I look forward to when you would fuck me like your bitch, make love to me like your queen and just have your way with my body. Just thinking about all that you do is driving me fucking crazy right now. The way you suck my big tits as if you've never had one before in your life. Sucking on them like as if they're your life saving force and without them you would cease to be. At this precise moment, my nipples are so hard and erect as I imagine your lips on them, that sweet tongue of yours gently pulling, stretching, sucking them in every direction. My pussy starts to tingle, vibrate from the force of your vacuum cleaner like sucking lips. My mind fast forwards me to what will happen next and my clit begins to hum like it has Spiderman senses and it knows sweet pleasure is on the horizon.
My bedroom is steaming hot; the windows are fogged up from all the heat our oversexed bodies are generating. In between the kisses you're pleasuring my body with, moans escape my lips and I swear my pussy is talking to you. "Fuck me baby, give me all you got-give me the good shit I've been missing…been fiending for everyday."
My right hand curls around your massive cock and a moan of satisfaction breathes in my ears from your lips. Never felt your cock so hard before for me, lets me know you still want the pussy, and a smile forms on the corner of my lips. So I give you what you want, and what my pussy's been craving for all day.
The head of your cock teases the outside of my pussy, I can feel him begging to be let inside my heaven, but not quite yet. I gently rub the head of your cock against my wet pussy lips, and the sensation is unbelievable. Unable to wait any longer, you roughly part my thighs and submarine your dick deep inside my pussy. The sudden attack makes me gasp at how swift you penetrate me, and I pull you in so deep inside my sweetness by grabbing hold of your ass cheeks which only allows for swift short strokes. Every stroke you deliver is sweeter than the one before, and my pussy is loving it after being famished for such a long time. Our bodies are drenched in lovesweat, the air in the room scents of that sweet ass sex smell when dick and pussy meet. And if we could drink the air we would both be drunk or if we could both take a whiff-we would both be high on the scent of my sweet-ass pussy floating through the air.
The dull roar of an orgasm is gaining momentum behind my pussy walls and any second now-I'm about to burst. One stroke…two stroke, my head is spinning, my pussy is quivering; I feel the head of your cock pulsating as we're both about to cum together. You explode inside of me like the 4th of July. Bombs of sperm implode in every dick-starved region of my pussy. Every part of my body is alive, feeling the flavour of your black manliness covering my breasts with your hands, my lips with your lips and my pussy is filled to the brim with your cock. The muscles inside my pussy tighten, strangling your cockhead in an attempt to squeeze every drip drop of sperm from it. Your body tenses and I know you're about to blow your load. My back arches bracing myself for the cum bomb, your hands grab on to my ass, and in three short strokes you empty your cum supply into my pussy. You try to pull yourself out of me, but I feel another orgasm building in my pussy so I position your cock just where I like it. Nothing in this world feels better than when your man is fucking you just how you like-and not how he likes to do it. Slowly, the momentum, the ache in my pussy builds to a crescendo, and I wrap my arms around you and hold on for dear life. You're whispering the nasty stuff in my ears that I love, and that just fucking turns me on even more. A scream of desire gets stuck in my throat, but you stroke it out and I scream out your name as you whisper mine's over and over in my ear.
My pussy is still quivering as we lay down to catch our breath. Words aren't needed to express what we've just experienced. I can't wait for you to fuck me again, to make love to me again. Over and over and over.
The end…
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