Thread: a national dialogue [ft. xanaphia & november]

The first thing he did was cram a couple of fingers into her mouth. Fuck. You do not have to be this fucking loud. He punctuated his last sentence with three hard, bullying thrusts into her body. He held the last one and let his cock throb violently inside of her. With every push forward, he seemed to be getting harder, harder and harder until it almost hurt. He bet there were people in his situation who would feel lucky. That might have sounded fucking strange to an inexperienced person but hed seen enough of lifes horrors to know what men were like. Fucking animals whod rip each others throats out for a promotion at a job, or a few thousand dollars. When he was in the army hed seen an officer blow a mans brains out, right there in front of his friends. And for what? Over a woman. A secretary who probably went to sleep at night wishing she could live in somebody like Maritzas body for a day. He didnt claim to be above that. Antonio was just a very talented animal. But he didnt feel lucky either. The feeling he felt right now as he wiggled himself further into her hot slit wasnt luck or even happiness, it was just rightness. This was destiny, it was where he was supposed to be. He gave her ass a little squeeze, testing it in his fingertips before grabbing it more firmly. Shake that fucking ass for me! So much for being quiet. Of course... of course people knew what the fuck was going on back here, it was basically what she was here for. But there was something about giving people the luxury of pretending it was business as usual that he found polite somehow. Shit, he didnt want to be staring out at this beaten ass road talking to the boys and pretending to be interested in his rifle while some other guy was popping a nut. He bounced the girl on his lap, their chests grinding lewdly into each other. And feeling her so close and wanting it so badly made him lose all traces of self restraint. He threw his head back, thrusting his hips up as fast as he could. Your pussy is too good, he said, and it was the kind of moan that sounded like a cross between disbelief and vague warning. Im gonna blast any fucking second. He felt her hands everywhere, stroking his chest, running down the side of the neck, and there was something about her wild-eyed abandon that disturbed him. It kind of felt like she was giving him everything she had, on the off chance that one or both of them would be dead later. It should have bothered him, but he was on the edge right now, and all hie could think of was that he should almost die more often. He drove three more thrusts into her, pulling his aching cock all the way out and then digging in again. He could see the veins along the shaft and his flesh seemed like an angry red even in the moonlight. He hadnt been this hard all day. And then he was cumming, spurt after warm spurt he could almost feel it hitting the back of her pussy. At least for the first couple of seconds, and then the volume was fading, faster and faster. He was still hard inside her, but his balls suddenly felt crammed together. Shit. Made sense. He had a back of what, like an hour? You got a cigarette or a magazine or He trailed off and started to laugh. He almost wanted to ask for a phone but what were the chances on a night like this, right?