Atza Nice - Lovers at play

Sucking deeply on her nipple, the sheik elicited screams and moans that spewed from her passionately whimpering mouth as she frantically fucked herself up and down on his massively pulsing cock that screwed upward into her greedily milking pussy with ever increasing force. Dawn shook, head flung back, her throat a long curved stem. Her auburn hair fell across her back like a burning waterfall flowing backwards from her face, beautiful even in the contortions of rapture that twisted her whole naked body into lewd convulsions of her approaching cum.

"This is all there is, baby; fucking, just you and me. Fuck!" The sheik grunted out in a building agony of blissfulness. He was lifting and pounding Dawn up and down with every brutally powerful fuck of his hips. Christ! He could shoot off any time, but he wanted to hold that dam intact as long as possible. This was the best sheer fucking he'd had in many days, and he wanted it to go on and on and on. Three hours from now he'd like to be doing just this, fucking in and out of her tightly clasping little pussy, clutching the soft, whitely billowing tits, kissing and sucking on this long-stemmed luscious creature. Allah! Dawn Peters had to be the hottest piece of cunt in all of the United States!

"Ohhhhhhhhhh… Gooooooodddddddd… plllllleeeeasssssse… ooooohhhhhhhhh…" Dawn's head was thrashing from side to side as she moaned incoherently in the delirium of her mounting cum.

"Tell it. Tell me about it. Tell me how you want my cock to fuck you. Say it!" Sliding a little forward in the big chair, he wrapped the lovely white legs around his waist so that her whole red-furred, widely stretched cunt was open to his deeply fucking prick. He could see the soft pink cuntlips devouring and pulling out again as his thickly pulsing cock screwed into her with a wet slurping sound.

"I want to hear it. I want to hear you say you want my cock!" The sheik clutched her wildly working hips in his hands, pounding her up and down on his thickly pulsing rod as his words came out in guttural laboring grunts. Dawn's legs were convulsively clenching around his waist in time with his violent lunges, her arms wrapped around his lust-contorted neck and shoulders. She dug her fingernails into his broad muscular shoulders, reaching for the pinnacle that was tantalizingly just beyond her grasp.

The sensual smells of their mingled cum-juices drifted into Dawn's nostrils, and it was a perfume of wantonness that hung in the air. She heard his words, but it took a moment for them to register and become intelligible to her.

"Say what… what?" It was hard to think, much less say anything with the sheik's hugely pulsing cock fucking deep into her greedy pussy with ever increasing speed and momentum with every beat of her heart. It led on and on, and she wished it would never stop!

"FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK! Fuck! Fuck!" Sheik Abdullah screamed, his arms crushing her to him like a snake, as close as skin. Dawn Peters thought he would break her ribs, her hipbones, her thighs, and all the while her insides were being stretched and battered and rammed by his hugely throbbing cock.

She could no longer pretend to herself, the only thing that mattered to her now was satisfying the lasciviously obscene, animalistic instincts that were buried in the depths of her belly. This part of her nature she'd kept well hidden, and the sheik had revealed it swiftly and so expertly.

Suddenly, her long tapered legs pulled away from his waist and her heels found the leather seat to push against; then she was ramming down wildly on his hotly pulsing shaft as Sheik Abdullah was fucking his long throbbing length up inside her violently milking cunt. Their bodies crashed, bone on bone, cock in pussy, hair against hair, cock juices mixing and flowing together with her slippery young pussy juices. A raving, straining, screaming labor seized them with some signal that both had felt deep within the recesses of their bodies.

"Haaaarrrrrdddddddd! Harder, fuck HARDER!" Dawn heard herself scream, words that must have come from someone else. They had never been uttered by her before, and she did not know where or from what depraved depths within her they had come.

"That's it. Fuck me back, shove your pussy down on my cock. I'm cummmmmmiiiiinnnngg sooooooonnnnnnnn!" Sheik Abdullah was rising up briefly with each fuck as he struggled to ram his cock straight up through her gullet. Dawn thudded with him, catching his rhythm so that they pounded out a perfectly attuned beat that accelerated feverishly in a wanton display of complete abandonment.

Christ! Sheik Abdullah knew he couldn't last much longer but he didn't want it to end. He thought with satisfaction of the ways he'd fuck this hot little piece later, and the anticipation of the pleasure yet to come momentarily overpowered the pleasure he was having now. Saraifa had delivered this great little fucking machine to him on a platter. Jesus! It was a great feeling to get the best, to fuck this beautiful young salesgirl who had been sent to his hotel room to sell him the store's goods and who had ended up selling her own.

"Grind your cunt down on my cock… come on, fuck it down," he panted, leaning forward in the seat so that her jack-knifed knees spread even wider and her heels could get more leverage on the leather. Sheik Abdullah could see her softly curling pussyhairs were drenched with their hotly mingled cock and cunt juices, hers seeping down in great sheets of shimmering liquid, his oozing out the nozzle of his deeply screwing cock in ever increasing readiness. He was going to hose down that hotly milking pussy of hers with his boiling cum, and it was going to be soon, soon now.

Dawn's ecstatically quivering tits were bouncing, jiggling, and shaking like huge flesh-colored balloons. Allah be praised! She was tossing that wild red hair like a madwoman out of her mind. The loud animallike mewls that came from her lips were the ravings of a whore who had come unhinged from the joy of riding his thickly pulsing cock. She spiraled and ground and screwed and fucked back against him. Her eyes were rolling, her hair was completely tangled from the relentless shaking of her head from the ecstasy that was gripping her in their mindlessly frenzied dance.

All sense of time and place and reason and judgment had flown from the young salesgirl's mind. Only the existence of Sheik Abdullah's great, mammoth-sized screwing cock in her greedily milking pussy was real. Her mind-blowing cum was so close. She could feel every ridge, bulge, every muscle, every throbbing centimeter of Sheik Abdullah's prick that she clenched and hugged deeply with her powerfully rippling cunt muscles.

Breath whistled out of the sheik's lungs with increasing difficulty, but he was still able to chant. "Come on, come on. Let's cum. Cuummmmmmmm… cummmmmmmmmm!" he yelled as the ecstatic agony of his cum began spasming deep in his churning balls.

He could feel his cum-laden balls swelling in rapture. Thrusting up in a mighty heave deep into the hot rubbery channel of the young salesgirl's furiously milking pussy, he lifted them both momentarily from the chair.

"Nnnnnnooooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!" he screamed out in a roaring bellow, feeling the first real spurt of cum whip heatedly down his hotly jerking cock and splash deeply up in her greedily milking womb. Oh God! He was cumming now in hot, implacable gushes; some so powerful that they seemed to jolt the girl's lewdly straining body. It was too beautiful to be borne, and she could never hope to deserve this ecstasy. And then, miraculously, it was happening! She was exploding too, bursting with Sheik Abdullah. Nothing ever before had been as wonderful!

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhheeeeeeaaaaaa!" she screamed out her rapture as her nakedly writhing body sucked, gushed, and flowed. The wild rapture was upon her, and she was shrieking out her ecstasy, "I'm cumming! Ooooh, dear God, I'm cumming!"