With a moan of surrender, I lower myself onto him, my walls stretching to accommodate his insane girth. He fills me so completely, every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and all I can think about is how right this feels.
As I sink down onto his hardness, everything comes rushing back. It really is like riding a bike. You never forget. The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of lust and exhilaration that blurs the line between pleasure and something deeper, something addictive. We’re caught in this perfect rhythm, a seamless blend of bodies and energy, something transformative.
"Oh, fuck, Margaux," he groans, his jaw clenched in ecstasy. I meet his gaze, our eyes locked as our bodies finally meld together.
I begin to move, rocking my hips in slow, sensual circles, relishing the feeling of him inside me. Timmy's hands slide up my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, as he guides me into a rhythm that has us both gasping for air. His generous cock hits all the right spots, and I can feel the intensity building deep inside me.
"Faster," he growls, his voice raspy with need, and I oblige, grinding my hips against his as the heat between us builds to a fever pitch.
“Oh, Timmy,” I pant out, my nails digging into his chest. "You feel so good."
"God, baby, you feel so good too," he groans, his eyes glazed over with desire. "Your tight little pussy, your sexy moans."
His dirty talk sends a shiver down my spine, and I moan louder, spurring him on. His hips buck upwards, meeting my every thrust,his massive cock hitting depths I didn't know existed. The tension coils tighter and tighter within me.
He flips me over onto my back, and I lay on the bed with Timmy above me, our bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace.
His tattooed biceps flex and the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room as he thrusts into me, once again filling me up completely. Time seems to stand still as our hips grind in an erotic symphony, his girthy cock stretching me in ways I'd nearly forgotten. It's been years since I last fucked anyone, but it feels like no time has passed at all.
His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding me to meet his every thrust, ensuring we both feel every single inch of each other. Sparks fly inside me, and my body is alive with pleasure like I’ve never experienced before with any other man.
His cock hits that spot deep inside me, and I throw my head back, moaning in ecstasy. Despite it being our first time together, it’s as if he knows my body better than anyone else, and he uses that knowledge to drive me wild.
"Margaux," he growls, his voice low and guttural as he plunges deeper and deeper, inch by delicious inch. "I've been dreaming about this. Your tight pussy wrapped around my cock, squeezing me like a vise."
His dirty talk sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel pleasure continuing to build inside me like an unstoppable wave. I dig my nails into his back and he groans.
"Yes, fuck me harder," I beg, my voice a desperate whimper.
He grunts in response, picking up the pace even more, slamming into me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. It's like he's claiming me as his, marking me as his own, and a part of me thrills at the thought.
"Fuck, Timmy," I scream, my toes curling, chills running through me, tearing me apart and stitching me back together again. "Oh my God, yes!"
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “Oh fuck, Margaux,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’m coming.”
His grip on my hips tightens, and he groans my name again as he unloads himself deep inside me, his body shuddering beneath mine.
As our breathing eases, we collapse onto the bed, our hearts pounding in tandem. I wrap my arms around his tattooed chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent. We remain entwined, our bodies joined together. I've never felt more connected to anyone than I do in this moment, as if nothing could ever break this bond we now share.
“You’re amazing,” I whisper, my voice hoarse from the intensity of our lovemaking.
He pulls back, his eyes shining with emotion, “You’re amazing, Margaux.”
He kisses me, his lips soft and tender, a far cry from the passionate frenzy of moments ago. My heart swells for this man.
Slowly, Timmy pulls out of me, and I can't help but whimper at the loss of him.
We lay here, sated, tangled in each other. He pulls me close, his hand tracing soft patterns on my back that make my skin tingle.
“Wow, I meant what I said before. You reallyaregood at eating pussy,” I moan.
“Oh, I know,” he says. “Fucking hell, that was good. That’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. And that’s definitely the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Seriously?” His words, so raw and genuine, make me blush. I can’t help but giggle at his unabashed confidence. It feels easy with him—natural.
“Yes. Most definitely,” he nods, and sighs contentedly. “Your pussy feels different, you know?”
“Oh,” I say, my face flushing. “Well, nobody has ever said that before, but I have a tilted cervix, so that could be it.” I’ve had sex with a decent number of people, and nobody has ever mentioned it. But Timmy has this sexual confidence that exudes from him. He definitely has the BDE to go with his actual big dick.