Thread: Hysteria  [Father & Forbidden]

She ached for him. The fact that the man wanted her just as much as she wanted him melted her heart like candle wax. She returned his touch with her flesh their two bodies glued together like magnets. Soon he was on her like a tiger devouring a gazelle, and she was soon on the table like a sacrifice to appease the gods. He found her breasts between his fingers. Heidi squealed with pleasure as the doctor ravaged her nipples. They stiffened under his mercy, reddening and electrifying her body, rendering her blind and overwhelmed with pleasure. She rested her head on the table and watched the roof, her eyes fighting to stay open, her legs struggling not to spasm in bliss. The conqueror resumed his march as he traversed down her body, past the valley of her torso towards the plains of her flat stomach. His hands flanked her waist and his lips assaulted her's. He feasted from her nectar and she moaned his name. She curled her toes and spread her legs for him shamelessly as warmth consumed her body. The table beneath her was shaking, she kept kicking and pushing the papers and folders down on the ground as she fumbled for something to tug on. Their shadows wrestled on the wall, and soon her moans echoed in the room as the man plundered her body. Oh Francis Let them hear us. Let them know you still love me. Her fingers dove in the black sea of the doctors hair. She scratched him behind his ear and pulled him closer to her forbidden fruit folds. My man is between by legs again . The thought filled her with excitement enough for her juices to gush down her husband's throat. Her legs gently closed around the mans head as she held him between her for a few seconds, enjoying the tender embrace and the heated proximity. The two bodies were now sweating like two animals in heat, moaning and reaching for one another like a drowning person for a lifebelt. She helped him up the desk and atop herself. Her husband hovered above her, his eyes locking into hers, her lips yearning for his. The doctor's cock was fully erect, and crawling towards her crotch like a spear. It hardly needed guidance, but her eagerness forced her hands to steer the sword towards the sheath. Ahh her lips couldn't seal the whimper of approval as he entered her. Show them that you forgive me. Let them see that you're still mine and I'm yours . She was tight as a virgin and wet as a whore. The widow felt her walls widen as her husband sunk deeper inside her. She curled her toes and rolled her eyes. France, she muttered, fill me up, she almost commanded. With each thrust her moans because louder, till they eventually rhymed with the sound of Elias's balls slapping her in a harmonic symphony. The table shook and creaked with each wave, and the German's breasts jiggled and bounced merrily the more Elias bucked his hips. The fucking intensified rapidly. The doctor as relentless as a warrior who'd sworn that his sword would never dry cold. The patient was like a virgin at her wedding night, squealing and moaning, blushing and kissing and kicking. He fucked her till the table felt soft as a bed and the world secluded as a cave. She kissed his lips, his cheeks, his neck, nibbled at his earlobes gently, then whispered into his ears. machen sie mir schwanger