| Straight: Threesomes: Ali's Winter Delight (9/11) |
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her with a smart smack on her ass. "Do you want it in your ear, or in your cunt? Perhaps your back door?" He smacked her other buttock. "No, please, stick it in my pussy," Ali said without showing any alarm. She had never taken it in the ass. She knew it would be painful and had never even considered it. "You must ask nice, little girl." His command accompanied with another smack, and Ali realized what he wanted. "I want you to fuck my pussy.” "That's not good enough little girl." Paul reprimanded with another smack, "If you want me to fuck your pussy you must beg me for it or I'll fuck you wherever I want to." "Please Paul, I've wanted your hard cock in my pussy all night. I came to your room for your cock! Please, I beg you to fuck me as hard as you..." Before she could finish Paul had rammed his cock all the way in to the hilt. The oil made it go in easy and fast and it took Ali's breath away. There was no hurry to Paul's pace as he metronomically banged away from behind while standing in the hot tub. He took full strokes, eventually slowing down toward the end of the outstroke, allowing himself enough control to leave just a part of the head of his cock inside, then banging back more forcefully on the in-stroke. Ali lifted her hand from the deck as Lindsey rolled to one side out from under her, and put it back in place. "Settle in, honey," Lindsey said to Ali as she lowered herself back into the water. "This one will take a while." "Okay by me", Ali said, "I could do this all night." She began to count the strokes to herself and lost count after nineteen when the sensation of her swinging tits distracted her and a moment later a small orgasm rippled through her body. Paul kept rocking away. She began silently counting again. It was near the count of forty that she felt irritation and asked for more oil. Paul just kept on pounding, but Lindsey came to the rescue, pouring more oil on Ali's ass that slid down her crack and onto Paul's cock. "Thanks." "I always keep this lubricant handy. After he's cum a couple of times this son-of-a-bitch will fuck you 'till you bleed." Thanks to the oil, the slick hard cock felt good to Ali once again. The regular rhythm was still there and felt nice. Ali began to get lost in it, and began to push harder against it. She could feel an orgasm welling up from deep inside of her. She wanted to finger herself, but was afraid she would foul the rhythm. At one point she was moving around so much Paul had to take half strokes and even then fell out once, but Ali could tell he was still in control because the pace was still there after he casually reinserted himself. She tried to fight the orgasm she could feel coming on. Ali wanted this sensation to continue as long as possible but didn’t know if she could keep going after she had another orgasm. She closed her eyes and, inspired by Lindsey's previous chatter, began to talk: "OOOWOOH, Paul keep on strokin', don’t stop pokin', I love your cock!" Her orgasm was coming. There was no stopping it now. Lindsey surprised her by nuzzling her tits from |
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Fun far from the slopes--