Thread: Radio Ravage! (Jack Stalker and Whispered Secret)

Dakotas felt Michaels swollen cock head at her already stretched sex and dragged a deep breath through her teeth, his fingers still around her throat sending a hot flood of heat to leak from her. Her tongue darted out to lick his fingers, tasting herself before she could even clear her thoughts from the mind melting orgasm he had just ripped from her, his cock was penetrating the spasming depths of her tight quivering pussy. She grabbed his shoulders, her nails digging in, his shirt the only thing saving his skin. Her legs felt like they would never support her again. Looking down, she watched Michaels cock disappear inch by inch, her little pink lips stretched obscenely around his fat girth, filling Dakota more than she thought possible. He buried the entire length of his rock hard cock completely, a last hard jab lifting her from the floor, so deep that his cock head was achingly knocking at her cervix. Oh my god..fuckk! She tried moving a little, needing to ease the sensation of fullness, but he had her practically pinned to the wall...so deep that every movement ground her swollen clit against his pelvic bone, his unrelenting shaft dragging against sensitive nerves she hadnt known were there. Michael kept reminding her of the audience, as much to see the humiliation on her face as to entertain his listeners she was sure. He seemed to expect her to voice details and descriptions while he fucked her brains out. She could barely follow his words let alone come with her own, but she knew she was going to have to try. She needed to keep up the illusion that it was this was faked. Doing her best to control her voice, she licked her dry lips, a high pitched moan of pleasure slipping out before she could contain it completely. Ahhh...what...what it feels like...when I have an arrogant controlling bas her voice broke, the air trapped in her lungs, when Michael pounded into her, grinding his hips around. She dug her nails in deeper, lifting one leg up and over his hip. She took a few short fast breaths, it felt like he was banging and hammering around inside her fluttering walls, her muscles tightening like a fist around him. He slowed his pace once more. Long slow strokes that sent flames of fiery need throughout her entire being. What it feels like, having a man ummm..fuck me you mean? she tried again, blushing when she swore. She was so used to watching her every work and move that letting go was difficult. I...oh god..feeling his thick...his thick cock, covered in my slick cream...so big..too big,..unnnggod! Dakotas voice caught every time Michael sank into her, deep punishing strokes. She needed to touch him, wanted him to feel just as lost in the wild desperate desire as she was. Her hands shaking, she fumbles with his shirt buttons, struggling to unfasten them one by one. Id be almost lost...lost in the insatiable heat, feeling his cock claim every ...every hidden recess of needy little pussy.. her voice just above a whisper, rasp with desire. Id unbutton the crisp white dress shirt he was wearing...wanting to tongue and nibble his nipple while he tortures mine.. Ahhhh fuck yesssss...pinching and twisting my nipples, aching burning heat making my little cunt clamp down hungrily on his plunging rod like a hot wet fist. Dakota finally got the last button opened, her hands parting the fabric. Her small palms flat against Michaels well defined chest, his warmth sinking into her hands. She wanted to taste the damp surface of his skin, wanted to bite one of the small nubs, tease and torment him like he was doing to her. She couldnt reach his chest with her mouth, so she flicked the tip of one with her fingernail, leaning in close to his neck and gently biting his shoulder. A tidal wave of unbearable pleasure rushed over her, she was already riding the very edge. Her keening cries mixing breathlessly with her voice...her mouth was so close to Michaels neck still she wasnt sure that anyone would be able to hear her but him, running my nails down his chest...uhhhh...writhing like a needy little whore, so cl...fuck!! My eyes, clouded with longing...craving the pleasure just...just out of reach She looked up, seeing his piercing eyes, his full lips slightly parted, the dark passionate look on his face sending a shiver down her spine. She could imagine the picture they made. She was plastered to the wall, balancing on one foot while his muscular form dwarfing her slight one. He positioned her exactly where he wanted her, how he wanted her, making her feel like nothing but a toy for him to play with. She could feel his balls hitting heavily against her ass with every punishing thrust. When he suddenly viciously twisted one of her rose colored nipples, simultaneously slamming his cock head against her cervix, she fell screaming into climax, throwing her into a violent storm of mind blowing pleasure. YESSSS!!! Ohgod Im cummming!! pleaseee.., struggling in his arms, her body jerking each time he slammed back into her grasping sheath. Fuck...too much...I cant...!!! Her nails traced red paths across his skin, overwhelmed by the flames engulfing her. Her inner walls pulsating, fighting and squeezing Michaels unrelenting dick, cumming so hard, her entire body was shaking. Gasping, soft whimpers and incoherent sounds the only communication Dakota could presently achieve. Trembling and boneless, her hot juices dripping around the stiff cocked crammed into her fluttering cunt. So weak from him fucking me like a ...like a little whore..my honey coating his fat dick...dripping down his balls and my legs.. her soft voice hoarse as she tried to continue with the charade, not knowing how much more she could take.