Israeli Assault

He was definitely the dominating kind, with just a touch of cruelty. If I told him he was fucking me too fast, he’d speed up. If I told him that he was making my nipples sore, he’d dig his fingers deeper into my aureoles and pinch harder. If I told him his hand was crushing my balls, he’d squeeze and pull harder.

A good nearly ten minutes later, he started revolving around his cock inside me until his legs straddled my chest and pushed in, his head was down near my ankles, and his hands were wrapped around my ankles. I felt like a too thick screw was being twisted down into my too-small hole. I cried out as much in wonder and pleasure at the image of what he was doing to me, though, as in pain.

With the strength of his hip muscles, he then stroked down into my beleaguered canal at a whole new cock angle. Off and on, he wishboned my legs with his hands on my ankles and then brought them back together, giving me a loose and then constricted feel in addition to the different stroke angle. He continued this until he shoot off, me moaning and groaning in new-found appreciation the whole time.

When he was spent and I had felt his cock soften inside me, he, at last, pulled me off of the rug and tossed me onto the bed. He came down beside me and wrapped his strong arms around me, and we both snoozed, I in the warmth and silky softness of his hairy embrace.